Ovid

Poetry comes fine-spun from a mind at peace.
    (Tristia)

Let love steal in disguised as friendship.
    (Ars Amatoria)

To be loved, be lovable.
    (Ars Amatoria)

Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.
    (Ars Amatoria)

Thus, I can neither live without you nor with you.
    (Amores)

Love yields to business. If you seek a way out of love, be busy; you’ll be safe then.
    (Remedia Amores)

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

Venus favors the bold.

Neglect of appearance becomes men.

Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.
    (The Poems of Exile: Tristia and the Black Sea Letters)

Every lover is a soldier.
    (Amores)

In our play we reveal what kind of people we are.

All right, boy, skewer me. I’ve dropped my defenses,
I’m an easy victim. Why, by now
Your arrows practically know their own way to the target
And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.
    (Amores)

By yielding you may obtain victory.

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