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

You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.

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.

The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.

It is easy in adversity to despise death; he has real fortitude who dares to live and be wretched.

Fortune gives too much to many, enough to none.

If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.