I seem to you cruel and too much addicted to gluttony, when I beat my cook for sending up a bad dinner. If that appears to you too trifling a cause, say for what cause you would have a cook flogged. Martial More Quotes by Martial More Quotes From Martial The virtuous man is never a novice in worldly things. Martial novices virtuous men Work divided is in that manner shortened. Martial divided work I'm what I seem; not any dyer gave, But nature dyed this colour that I have. Martial colour nature seems Be cheerful, if you are wise. Martial cheerful ifs wise A novice always behaves with propriety. Martial propriety novices behave Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are bald. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are carrotty. Why do I not kiss you, Philaenis? you are one-eyed. He who kisses you, Philaenis, sins against nature. Martial kissing sin Your seventh wife, Phileros, is now being buried in your field. No man's field brings him greater profit than yours, Phileros. Martial wife fields men A good man enlarges the term of his own existence. Martial good-man goodness men You are sad in the midst of every blessing. Take care that Fortune does not observe--or she will call you ungrateful. Martial ungrateful blessing doe Be satisfied, and pleased with what thou art, Act cheerfully and well thou allotted part; Enjoy the present hour, be thankful for the past, And neither fear, nor wish, the approaches of the last. Martial being-thankful past art I do not like the man who squanders life for fame; give me the man who living makes a name. Martial names giving men Epigrams need no crier, but are content with their own tongue. Martial epigrams tongue needs It is to live twice when we can enjoy the recollections of our former life. Martial former-life enjoy past You crystal break, for fear of breaking it: Careless and careful hands like faults commit. Martial crystals faults hands For life is only life when blessed with health. Martial health blessed fitness I have not hated the man, but his faults. Martial faults he-man men 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. Martial winter doors giving You complain, friend Swift, of the length of my epigrams, but you yourself write nothing. Yours are shorter. Martial complaining writing friendship You puff the poets of other days, The living you deplore. Spare me the accolade: your praise Is not worth dying for. Martial puff dying life There is no glory in otustripping donkeys. Martial dignity glory donkey
