Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.
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.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
You may envy every one, but no one envies you.
Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.