He truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
MARTIALHe truly sorrows who sorrows unseen.
MARTIALYou crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit.
MARTIALI would not miss your face, your neck, your hands, your limbs, your bosom and certain other of your charms. Indeed, not to become boring by naming them all, I could do without you, Chloe, altogether.
MARTIALBirds of a feather will flock together.
MARTIALSuch are thou and I: but what I am thou canst not be; what thou art any one of the multitude may be.
MARTIALNeither fear your death’s day nor long for it.
MARTIALThe shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, “The work of Chloe.” How could she have expressed herself more plainly?
MARTIALIf my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.
MARTIALTo the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.
MARTIALEpigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
MARTIALGivers of great dinners know few enemies.
MARTIALFor life is only life when blessed with health.
MARTIALYou are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe–or she will call you ungrateful.
MARTIALSome are good, some are middling, the most are bad.
MARTIALI have not hated the man, but his faults.
MARTIALThe bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
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