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.

Some things are good, some middling, more bad.

You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.

Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.

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

It is folly to waste labour about trifles.

Those they praise, but they read the others.