Great talents, by the rust of long disuse, Grow lethargic and shrink from what they were. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Wind feeds the fire, and wind extinguishes: The flames are nourished by a gentle breeze, Yet, if it stronger grows, they sink… — 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
By constant dripping, water hollows stone, A signet-ring from use alone grows thin, And the curved plowshare by soft earth is worn. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Some wounds grow worse beneath the surgeon's hand; Better that they were not touched at all. — Ovid Copy Share Image
By faithful study of the nobler arts, our nature's softened, and more gentle grows. — 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
