I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
She grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
The flaw which is hidden is deemed greater than it is.
For life is only life when blessed with health.
What quick wit is found in sudden straits!