If you want him to mourn, you had best leave him nothing.
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
What quick wit is found in sudden straits!
Those they praise, but they read the others.
All your female friends are either old or ugly; nay, more ugly than old women usually are. These you lead about in your train, and drag with you to feasts, porticos and theaters. Thus, Fabulla, you seem handsome, thus you seem young.
Work divided is in that manner shortened.