Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
OVIDI grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.
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At times it is folly to hasten at other times, to delay. The wise do everything in its proper time.
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In our leisure we reveal what kind of people we are.
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All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
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Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.
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There is more refreshment and stimulation in a nap, even of the briefest, than in all the alcohol ever distilled.
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Poetry comes fine-spun from a mind at peace.
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The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.
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Even as a cow she was lovely.
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If you want to be loved, be lovable.
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What we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow.
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It’s right to learn, even from the enemy.
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All things change; nothing perishes.
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Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.
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Beauty is a fragile gift.
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My vengeance is my guilt.
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