Ovid

The rest of the crowd were friends of my fortune, not of me. [Lat., Caetera fortunae, non mea, turba fuit.]

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Indulgent gods, grant me to sin once with impunity. That is sufficient. Let a second offence bear its punishment.

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Who would have known of Hector, if Troy had been happy? The road to valor is built by adversity.

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“Qui non est hodie eras minus aptus erit. He who is not prepared today will be less so tomorrow. ”

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The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.

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A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years.

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“Siqua metu dempto casta est, ea denique casta est; quae, quia non liceat, non facit, illa facit”

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Either you pursue or push, O Sisyphus, the stone destined to keep rolling. [Lat., Aut petis aut urgues ruiturum, Sisyphe, saxum.]

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Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.

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Majesty and love do not consort well together, nor do they dwell in the same place.

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Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.

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We take no pleasure in permitted joys, But what's forbidden is more keenly sought.

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And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty. [Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]

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Death is not grievous to me, for I shall lay aside my pains by death. [Lat., Nec mihi mors gravis est posituro…

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Every one who repeats it adds something to the scandal. [The rolling snow-ball.]

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Alluring pleasure is said to have softened the savage dispositions (of early mankind). [Lat., Blanda truces animos fertur mollisse voluptas.]

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Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but unremitting toil destroys both.

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A pleasing countenance is no slight disadvantage. [Lat., Auxilium non leve vultus habet.]

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He who has it in his power to commit sin, is less inclined to do so. The very idea of being able,…

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All-devouring time, envious age, Nought can escape you, and by slow degrees, Worn by your teeth, all things will lingering die.

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Those gifts are ever the most acceptable which the giver makes precious. [Lat., Acceptissima semper munera sunt auctor quae pretiosa facit.]

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There is no brotherhood between love and dignity, Nor can they share the same abode.

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Sleep, rest of things, O pleasing Deity, Peace of the soul, which cares dost crucify, Weary bodies refresh and mollify.

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Live without envy, spend your peaceful years Unknown to fame, and choose your peers for friends.

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The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we are a set always ready to believe a scandal.

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This letter gives me a tongue; and were I not allowed to write, I should be dumb. [Lat., Praebet mihi littera linguam:…

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Let your hook be always cast. In the pool where you least expect it, will be fish.

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It is less to suffer punishment than to deserve it. [Lat., Estque pati poenas quam meruisse minus.]

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I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.

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What is more useful than fire? Yet if any one prepares to burn a house, it is with fire that he arms…

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If you count the sunny and the cloudy days of the whole year, you will find that the sunshine predominates.

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What makes men indifferent to their wives is that they can see them when they please.

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You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town. [Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota jactaris in urba.]

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The deeds of men never escape the gods. [Lat., Acta deos nunquam mortalia fallunt.]

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What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps with it alone, she lives.

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“And now I have finished the work, which neither the wrath of Jove, nor fire, nor the sword, nor devouring age shall…

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There is a deity within us who breathes that divine fire by which we are animated.

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Our advantages fly away without aid. Pluck the flower. [Lat., Nostra sine auxilio fugiunt bona. Carpite florem.]

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Out of many things a great heap will be formed. [Lat., De multis grandis acervus erit.]

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There is some joy in weeping. For our tears Fill up the cup, then wash our pain away.

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