Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.

I commend you, Postumus, for kissing me with only half your lip; you may, however, if you please, withhold even the half of this half. Are you inclined to grant me a boon still greater, and even inexpressible? Keep this whole half entirely to yourself, Postumus.

It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.

Work divided is in that manner shortened.

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.

While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phaeton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.