Love is a credulous thing.
— Ovid
He who says o'er much I love not is in love.
All things can corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
The penalty may be removed, the crime is eternal.
The heavier crop is ever in others' fields.
Death is less bitter punishment than death's delay.
Often they benefit who suffer wrong.
The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.
Little things please little minds.
Note too that a faithful study of the liberal arts humanizes character and permits it not to be cruel.
Jupiter from on high smiles at the perjuries of lovers.
Every lover is a soldier.
Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
Neglect of appearance becomes men.
Like fragile ice anger passes away in time.
What is without periods of rest will not endure.
Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs.
Most safely shall you tread the middle path.
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.
The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.
Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.
The gods behold all righteous actions.
He whom all hate all wish to see destroyed.
Against the bold, daring is unsafe.
Beauty is a fragile gift.
It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
Tears at times have the weight of speech.
There is a god within us.
What is it that love does to a woman? Without she only sleeps; with it alone, she lives.
The bold adventurer succeeds the best.
Habits change into character.
He who can believe himself well, will be well.
In an easy matter. Anybody can be eloquent.
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
The vulgar crowd values friends according to their usefulness.
Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
The cause is hidden; the effect is visible to all.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.
Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
Art lies by its own artifice.
Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships; the poor man everywhere lies low.
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.
Where belief is painful we are slow to believe.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
Love is a kind of warfare.
The sharp thorn often produces delicate roses.
Love is full of anxious fears.
