Nothing is more ill-timed than an ill-timed laugh.
Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.
You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.
There is nothing more revolting than an old busybody.
The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, "The work of Chloe." How could she have expressed herself more plainly?