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.

Life is not living, but living in health.

I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."

Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.

Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.

You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.

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