I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."
Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.
While you cannot resolve what you are, at last you may be nothing.
Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.
You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if I think death too high a price to pay for your praise.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved, in a tear of the sisters of Phaeton, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar. It has obtained a worthy reward for its great toils; we may suppose that the bee itself would have desired such a death.