Since your legs, Phœbus, resemble the horns of the moon, you might bat — Epigrams

"Lumine Acon dextre,—capta est Leonilla sinistre, Et potis est forma vincere uterque dees: Blande puer, lumen quod habes concede sorori, Sic tu cæcus Amor, sic erit illa Venus."

"You complain, Velox, that the epigrams which I write are long. You yourself write nothing; your attempts are shorter."

"EPIGRAM, n. A short, sharp saying in prose or verse, frequently characterize by acidity or acerbity and sometimes by wisdom."

"You are too free spoken," is your constant remark to me, Chœrilus. He who speaks against you, Chœrilus, is indeed a free speaker."

"The book which you are reading aloud is mine, Fidentinus; but, while you read it so badly, it begins to be yours."

"You are pretty,—we know it; and young,—it is true; and rich,—who can deny it? But when you praise yourself extravagantly, Fabulla, you appear neither rich, nor pretty, nor young."