You should not fear, nor yet should you wish for your last day.

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.

A cook should double one sense have: for he Should taster for himself and master be.

Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.

No hero to me is the man who, by easy shedding of his blood, purchases fame: my hero is he who, without death, can win praise.

You give me nothing during your life, but you promise to provide for me at your death. If you are not a fool, you know what I wish for!

Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.