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
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
Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Live without envy, spend your peaceful years Unknown to fame, and choose your peers for friends. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Work while your strength and years permit you; crooked age will by-and-by come upon you with silent foot. — Ovid Copy Share Image
While strength and years permit, endure labor; soon bent old age will come with silent foot. [Lat., Dum vires annique sinunt, tolerate… — Ovid Copy Share Image
May you live unenvied, and pass many pleasant years unknown to fame; and also have congenial friends. [Lat., Vive sine invidia, mollesque… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign. — Ovid Copy Share Image
I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I… — Ovid Copy Share Image
If you count the sunny and the cloudy days of the whole year, you will find that the sunshine predominates. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Writings survive the years; it is by writings that you know Agamemnon, and those who fought for or against him. [Lat., Scripta… — 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