Givers of great dinners know few enemies.
MARTIALGivers of great dinners know few enemies.
MARTIALThat which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.
MARTIALYour page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.
MARTIALVirtue extends our days: he lives two lives who relives his past with pleasure.
MARTIALSee, how the liver is swollen larger than a fat goose! In amazement you will exclaim: Where could this possibly grow?
MARTIALThis I ask, is it not madness to kill thyself in order to escape death?
MARTIALHe 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?
MARTIALThe virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things.
MARTIALYou complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.
MARTIALYou praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not to bathe.
MARTIALIt is feeling and force of imagination that make us eloquent.
MARTIALWish to be what you are, and wish for no other position.
MARTIALSpare the person but lash the vice.
MARTIALA good man enlarges the term of his own existence.
MARTIALShe grieves sincerely who grieves unseen.
MARTIALYou puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for.
MARTIAL