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.

No man is quick enough to enjoy life.

Some are good, some are middling, the most are bad.

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.

Be merry if you are wise.

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