Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses. Write not again, but come, sweet mate — Ovid Copy Share Image
Whilst you are prosperous you can number many friends; but when the storm comes you are left alone. — Ovid Friend Copy Share Image
Take the advice of light when you're looking at linens or jewels; Looking at faces or forms, take the advice of the… — Ovid Advice Copy Share Image
The art of medicine in the season lies: Wine given in season oft will benefit, Which out of season injures. — Ovid Art 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… — Ovid Cold Copy Share Image
She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not,… — Ovid Chaste Copy Share Image
Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave. — Ovid Autumn Copy Share Image
There is a certain pleasure in weeping; grief finds in tears both a satisfaction and a cure. — 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 Age Copy Share Image
Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the… — Ovid After death Copy Share Image
As God is propitiated by the blood of a hundred bulls, so also is he by the smallest offering of incense. [Lat.,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
With wavering steps does fickle fortune stray, Nowhere she finds a firm and fixed abode; But now all smiles, and now again… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all… — Ovid Chaos Copy Share Image
“For such a career I lacked both endurance and inclination: the stress of ambition left me cold, while the Muse, the creative… — Ovid Creative spirit Copy Share Image
“Their useless torches on dry hedges throw, That catch the flames, and kindle all the row; So burns the God, consuming in… — Ovid Fire Copy Share Image
As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows,… — Ovid Copy Share Image