A thousand ills require a thousand cures.
everything changes, nothing perishes
If it were in my power, I would be wiser; but a newly felt power carries me off in spite of myself; love leads me one way, my understanding another.
Love is the force that leaves you colorless
Though the power be wanting, yet the wish is praiseworthy.
Only begin, and you will become eloquent of yourself.
From high Meonia's rocky shores I came, Of poor decsent, Acoetes is my name, My sire was measly born: no oxen ploughed, His fruitful fields, nor in his pastures lowed, His whole estate within the waters lay' With lines and hooks he caught the finny prey; His art was all his livelehood, which he Thus with his dying lips bequeathed to me: In streams, my boy, and rivers take thy chance; There swims', said he, Thy whole inheritance.
The wit of man has devised cruel statutes, And nature oft permits what is by law forbid.
These are the evils which result from gossiping habits.
Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
If Jupiter should hurl a bolt whenever men sin, His armory would quickly be empty.
All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.
Little things please little minds.
We can learn even from our enemies.
A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.
Cunning leads to knavery. It is but a step from one to the other, and that very slippery. Only lying makes the difference; add that to cunning, and it is knavery.
We do not bear sweets; we are recruited by a bitter potion.
There is a god within us, and the heavens Have intercourse with earth; from realms above That spirit comes.
As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison.
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
The workmanship was better than the subject matter.
Envy depreciates the genius of the great Homer.
Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.
Jupiter from on high smiles at the perjuries of lovers.
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