Ovid

Indulgent gods, grant me to sin once with impunity. That is sufficient. Let a second offence bear its punishment.

Ovid

It is a pleasure appropriate to man, for him to save a fellow-man, and gratitude is acquired in no better way.

Ovid

It is but a small merit to observe silence, but it is a grave fault to speak of matters on which we should be silent.

Ovid

It is expedient that there should be gods, and, since it is expedient, let us believe that gods exist.

Ovid

It is good to be taught even by an enemy.

Ovid

It is no less a feat to keep what you have, than to increase it. In one there is chance, the other will be a work of art.

Ovid

It is some alleviation to ills we cannot cure to speak of them.

Ovid

It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

Ovid

It is the act of a coward to wish for death.

Ovid

It is the poor man who’ll ever count his flock.

Ovid