When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, no worthiness.
Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.
Give a wise man an honest brief to plead and his eloquence is no remarkable achievement.
Hate is a bottomless cup; I will pour and pour
Oh, what a vileness human beauty is; corroding, corrupting everything it touches.
For with slight efforts how should we obtain great results? It is foolish even to desire it.