The consummate pleasure (in eating) is not in the costly flavour, but in yourself. Do you seek for sauce for sweating?

Though your threshing floor grind a hundred thousand bushels of corn, not for that reason will your stomach hold more than mine. [Lat., Millia frumenti tua triverit area centum. Non tuus hinc capiet venter plus ac meus.]

A stomach that is seldom empty despises common food. [Lat., Jejunus raro stomachus vulgaria temnit.]

What will this boaster produce worthy of this mouthing? The mountains are in labor; a ridiculous mouse will be born. [Lat., Quid dignum tanto feret hic promissor hiatu? Parturiunt montes; nascetur ridiculus mus.]

A eulogist of past times. [Lat., Laudator temporis acti.]

What exile from his country is able to escape from himself? [Lat., Patriae quis exul se quoque fugit.]