Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire. — Ovid Anger Copy Share Image
A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain. — Ovid Broken Copy Share Image
“My purpose is to tell of bodies that have been changed into shapes of different kinds.” — Ovid Bodies Copy Share Image
I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues. — Ovid Digging Copy Share Image
Adde, quod ingénues didicisse fideliter artes Emollit mores, nec sinit esse fervos. To be instructed in the arts, softens the manners and… — Ovid Art Copy Share Image
Love is too prone to trust. Would I could think My charges false and all too rashly made. — Ovid Love Copy Share Image
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies. — Ovid Add Copy Share Image
That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow. — Ovid Age Copy Share Image
Here Jove with Hermes came; but in disguise Of mortal men conceal'd their deities; One laid aside his thunder, one his rod — Ovid Deities Copy Share Image
Tis base to plead the unhappy prisoner's cause, With eloquence that's bought. — Ovid Causes Copy Share Image
Things which of themselves avail nothing, when united become powerful. — Ovid Powerful Copy Share Image
“Now I am ready to tell how bodies are changed Into different bodies.” — Ovid Bodies Copy Share Image
“He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.” — Ovid Lifeless Copy Share Image
The mind, conscious of rectitude, laughed to scorn the falsehood of report. — Ovid Conscious Copy Share Image