Ovid

Love fed fat soon turns to boredom.

Ovid

Love is a credulous thing.

Ovid

Love is a kind of warfare.

Ovid

Love is an affair of credulity.

Ovid

Mad desire, when it has the most, longs for more.

Ovid

Majesty and love do not consort well together, nor do they dwell in the same place.

Ovid

Make the workmanship surpass the materials.

Ovid

Man’s last day must ever be awaited and none to be counted happy until his death, until his last funeral rites are paid.

Ovid

Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them.

Ovid

Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.

Ovid