Fortune gives many too much, but none enough.
He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?
It is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
A vagrant is everywhere at home.
Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.