You importune me, Tucca, to present you with my books. I shall not do so; for you want to sell, not to read, them.
MARTIALEpigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue.
More Martial Quotes
-
-
Whoever makes great presents, expects great presents in return.
MARTIAL -
A good man enlarges the term of his own existence.
MARTIAL -
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, “I do not love thee.”
MARTIAL -
Our days pass by, and are scored against us.
MARTIAL -
Man loves malice, but not against one-eyed men nor the unfortunate, but against the fortunate and proud.
MARTIAL -
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?
MARTIAL -
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
MARTIAL -
In adversity it is easy to despise life; he is truly brave who can endure a wretched life.
MARTIAL -
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.
MARTIAL -
No man is quick enough to enjoy life.
MARTIAL -
A novice always behaves with propriety.
MARTIAL -
It is folly to waste labour about trifles.
MARTIAL -
The bee is enclosed, and shines preserved in amber, so that it seems enshrined in its own nectar.
MARTIAL -
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.
MARTIAL -
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.
MARTIAL -
Spare the person but lash the vice.
MARTIAL -
Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that’s how a book of poems is made, my Friend.
MARTIAL -
To have nothing is not poverty.
MARTIAL -
No amount of misfortune will satisfy the man who is not satisfied with reading a hundred epigrams.
MARTIAL -
Remember, cobbler, to keep to your leather.
MARTIAL -
You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
MARTIAL -
I do not hate the man, but his vices.
MARTIAL -
Genuine is the sorrow endured without anyone else knowing about it.
MARTIAL -
There is no glory in outstripping donkeys.
MARTIAL -
Life consists not merely in existing, but in enjoying health.
MARTIAL -
You are so pure in mind and heart, In aspect, too, so mild, I wonder that you ever could Implant your wife with child.
MARTIAL