“Ballio: Well what am I going to do now?
 Harpax: You can give me that money back, then go and hang yourself.”

From Plautus’ Pseudolus

I hate when I travel to give my patronus his salutatio only to find that he isn’t there

When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the                lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time, Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.