By constant dripping, water hollows stone, A signet-ring from use alone grows thin, And the curved plowshare by soft earth is worn. — Ovid Constant Copy Share Image
We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have. — Ovid Care Copy Share Image
The love of fame usually spurs on the mind. [Lat., Ingenio stimulos subdere fama solet.] — Ovid Fame Copy Share Image
What we call birth Is but a beginning to be something else Than what we were before; and when we cease To… — Ovid Beginning Copy Share Image
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless. — Ovid Calmness Copy Share Image
Who gives to Aristaeus honey; Or wine to Bacchus, or Triptolemus Earth's fruits, or apples to Alcinous? — Ovid Apples Copy Share Image
Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts. [Lat., Candida pax homines, trux decet ira feras.] — Ovid Anger Copy Share Image
Knowest thou not that kings have long hands? [Lat., An nescis longos regibus esse manus?] — Ovid Hands Copy Share Image
Keep thy hook always baited, for a fish lurks even in the most unlikely swim. — Ovid Fish Copy Share Image