He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
They let out on hire their passions and eloquence. [Referring to lawyers.]
Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.