When the crowd of your admirers is shouting, "Bravo! Hear, hear!" it is not you, Pomponius, but your dinner that is eloquent

The height of farce it is, I ween, To be so perfumed and anointed, And when one's appetite's most keen, To have it thus most disappoint

Why do you wrap up your neck in a woolen muffler when you are going to recite? The muffler would be more suitable for our ears

If it does not fit leave it, if it is not true do not say it.

What is not good for the swarm is not good for the bee.

Think not so much of what thou hast not, as of what thou hast; but of the things which thou hast select the best, and reflect how eagerly they would have been sought if thou hadst them not