Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
OVIDEurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
OVIDDignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.
OVIDThe spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
OVIDEven as a cow she was lovely.
OVIDDeath is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.
OVIDThe lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.
OVIDAll love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
OVIDHe loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.
OVIDA man is sorry to be honest for nothing.
OVIDIt is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
OVIDWhether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.
OVIDI flee who chases me and chase who flees me.
OVIDIf any person wish to be idle, let them fall in love.
OVIDBeauty is a fragile gift.
OVIDThere is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
OVIDWe believe slowly when belief brings pain.
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