If I remember right, Aelia, you had four teeth; a cough displaced two, another two more. You can now cough without anxiety all the day long. A third cough can find nothing to do in your mouth.

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

What's a wretched man? A man whom no man pleases.

Hidden evils are most dreaded.

A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past existence is to live twice.

Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.

The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.