Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.

— Ovid

The earth yields up her stores, of every ill The instigators; iron, foe to man, And gold, than iron deadlier.

— Ovid

The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man…

— Ovid

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook always be cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be fish.

— Ovid

To have properly studied the liberal sciences gives a polish to our manners, and removes all awkwardness.

— Ovid

It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we…

— Ovid

My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.

— Ovid

Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth…

— Ovid

The whole earth is the brave man's country. [Lat., Omne solum forti patria est.]

— Ovid

Everyone is desirous of his own pursuits, and loves To spend his time in his accustomed art.

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

Let those who have deserved their punishment, bear it patiently. [Lat., Aequo animo poenam, qui meruere, ferant.]

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

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

— Ovid

Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.

— Ovid

The wild boar is often held by a small dog. [Lat., A cane non magno saepe tenetur aper.]

— Ovid

“Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses”

— Ovid

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.

— Ovid

In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. [Lat., Tempore ruricolae patiens fit taurus aratri.]

— Ovid

Birth and ancestry, and that which we have not ourselves achieved, we can scarcely call our own.

— Ovid

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.

— Ovid