We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a… — Ovid Copy Share Image
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure. — Ovid Copy Share Image
There is some joy in weeping. For our tears Fill up the cup, then wash our pain away. — 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
