He who writes distichs, wishes, I suppose, to please by brevity. But, tell me, of what avail is their brevity, when there is a whose book full of them?
Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
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.
Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature.
However great the dish that holds the turbot, the turbot is still greater than the dish.
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather. [Lat., Memento, in pellicula, cerdo, tenere tuo.]
I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged.
Be not too thick with anybody; your joys will be fewer, and so will pains.
I am a shell-fish just come from being saturated with the waters of the Lucrine lake, near Baiae; but now I luxuriously thrust for noble pickle.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
See, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!
A jar of wine so priceless did not deserve to die. and Never think of leaving perfume or wines to your heir. Administer these youself and let him have the money.
The present joys of life we doubly taste, By looking back with pleasure to the past.
I know all that better than my own name.
He who thinks that the lives of Priam and of Nestor were long is much deceived and mistaken. Life consists not in living, but in enjoying health.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
It is not, believe me, the act of a wise man to say, "I will live." To-morrow's life is too late; live to-day.
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
If your slave commits a fault, do not smash his teeth with your fists; give him some of the (hard) biscuit which famous Rhodes has sent you.
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
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.
Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros.
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