“Venus is kind to creatures as young as we; We know not what we do, and while we’re young We have the right to live and love like gods.”

Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.

Little things please little minds.

My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.

The bold adventurer succeeds the best.

In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.

Whether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.

Fortune and love favor the brave.

The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.

Time the devourer of all things.

Love is a kind of warfare.

I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.

Men do not value a good deed unless it brings a reward.

What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.

It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.