Martial

“Someone I flattered in a book pretends he owes me nothing. Oh the trash I have for friends.- Martial (40 AD - 104 AD), Epigram V, xxxvi”

“Because he hates to praise by nameHe praises everybody. ViceAnd virtue must look much the same To one who calls the whole world "nice".”

“Flaccus, the sort of girl I hateIs the scrawny one, with arms so thinMy rings would fit them, hips that grate,Spine like a saw, knees like a pinAnd a coccyx like a javelin.But all the same I don't go inFor sheer bulk. I appreciateGood meat, not blubber, on my plate.”

“Your page stands against you and says to you that you are a thief.”

“terrarum dominum pone supercilium”

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

“You're obstinate, pliant, merry, morose, all at once. For me there's no living with you, or without you.”