Tis easy to write epigrams nicely, but to write a book is hard.
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
A vagrant is everywhere at home.
The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.
A good man enlarges the term of his own existence.
You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful.