Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.
Glory comes too late when we are nought but ashes.
He who prefers to give Linus the half of what he wishes to borrow, rather than to lend him the whole, prefers to lose only the half.
Red-haired, black-lipped, club-footed, and blink-eyed; if you're a good man, you're a wonder!
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.
I know all that better than my own name.
The present joys of life we doubly taste, By looking back with pleasure to the past.
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.
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.
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!
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.
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
Non est, crede mihi, sapientis dicere 'Vivam': Sera nimis vita est crastina: vive hodie. Believe me, wise men don't say 'I shall live to do that', tomorrow's life is too late; live today. Variant translation: Tomorrow will I live, the fool does say; Today itself's too late; the wise lived yesterday.
The swifter hand doth the swift words outrun: Before the tongue hath spoke the hand hath done.
It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life.
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.
That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. [Lat., Nolo virum facili redimit qui sanquine famam; Hunc volo laudari qui sine morte potest.]
Some things are good, some middling, more bad.
A good man enlarges the term of his own existence.
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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