Ovid lies here, the poet, skilled in love's gentle sport; By his own talents he worked his undoing. Oh, you who pass… — Ovid Copy Share Image
“and my friend Karen remembers as a little girl studying Hebrew she inquired of her refugee tutor who stroked his beard and… — Alicia Suskin Ostriker Copy Share Image
And, of all lies (be that one poet's boast) / The lie that flatters I abhor the most. — William Cowper Copy Share Image
