Martial

Conceal a flaw, and the world will imagine the worst.

Life is not merely to be alive, but to be well.

To the ashes of the dead glory comes too late.

Life's not just about being alive, but being well.

My poems are naughty, but my life is pure.

Neither fear your death's day nor long for it.

Service cannot be expected from a friend in service; let him be a freeman who wishes to be my master.

To-morrow I will live, the fool does say;_x000D_ _x000D_ To-day itself's too late, the wise lived yesterday.

There is no living with thee, nor without thee.

A good man doubles the length of his existence; to have lived so as to look back with pleasure on our past existence is to live twice.

I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee."

Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door always open tempts no suitor.

You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter.

Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend.

If fame is to come only after death, I am in no hurry for it.