There are as many and innumerable degrees of wit, as there are cubits between this and heaven.
That is why Bias jested with those who were going through the perils of a great storm with him and calling on the gods for help: "Shut up," he said, "so that they do not realize that you are here with me.
When we have got it, we want something else.
An untempted woman cannot boast of her chastity.
Death pays all debts.
Time steals away without any inconvenience.