Such are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.

If pale beans bubble for you in a red earthenware pot, you can often decline the dinners of sumptuous hosts.

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?

Our days pass by, and are scored against us.

Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.

Gifts are like fish-hooks; for who is not aware that the greedy char is deceived by the fly which he swallows?

I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle.