Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.

Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.

The way of God is complex, he is hard for us to predict. He moves the pieces and they come somehow into a kind of order.

The daughters of Sparta are never at home! They mingle with the young men in wrestling matches.

Money is far more persuasive than logical arguments.

Time will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no question is put.

Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?