Martial

Stop abusing my verses, or publish some of your own.

— Martial

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

— Martial

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

— Martial

The bee enclosed and through the amber shownSeems buried in the juice which was his own.

— Martial

You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.

— Martial

Divisum sic breve fiet opus.

— Martial

Barbarian hordes en masse you fuck,Have never known a Roman dick.

— Martial

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

— Martial

The mode of death is sadder than death itself.

— Martial

He who refuses nothing...will soon have nothing to refuse.

— Martial