Some good, some so-so, and lots plain bad: that's how a book of poems is made, my Friend. — Martial Copy Share Image
You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for. — Martial Copy Share Image
You praise, in three hundred verses, Sabellus, the baths of Ponticus, who gives such excellent dinners. You wish to dine, Sabellus, not… — Martial Copy Share Image
You admire, Vacerra, only the poets of old and praise only those who are dead. Pardon me, I beseech you, Vacerra, if… — Martial Copy Share Image
If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds. — Martial Copy Share Image
It is as good as second life to be able to look back upon our past life with pleasure — Martial Copy Share Image
Generosity during life is a very different thing from generosity in the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality, and benevolence; the other… — Martial Copy Share Image
“You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch,but she won't say no.” — Martial Copy Share Image
You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit. — Martial Copy Share Image
Rarity gives a charm; so early fruits and winter roses are the most prized; and coyness sets off an extravagant mistress, while the door… — Martial Copy Share Image
