That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Enhance and intensify one's vision of that synthesis of truth and beauty which is the highest and deepest reality. — Ovid Copy Share Image
A pleasing countenance is no slight disadvantage. [Lat., Auxilium non leve vultus habet.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
I would that you were either less beautiful, or less corrupt. Such perfect beauty does not suit such imperfect morals. [Lat., Aut… — Ovid Copy Share Image
A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years. — Ovid Copy Share Image
A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love… — Ovid Copy Share Image
“And when wine has soaked Cupid’s drunken wings, he’s stayed, weighed down, a captive of the place. ... Wine rouses courage and… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Take the advice of light when you're looking at linens or jewels; Looking at faces or forms, take the advice of the… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are. — Ovid Copy Share Image
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share Image
