Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

To have found you is a dear happiness; and to be Apollo's son is beyond all my hopes; but there is something I want to say to you alone. Come; this is a private matter between us two - anything you tell me shall be as secret as the grave.

Do we, holding that the gods exist, deceive ourselves with insubstantial dreams and lies, while random careless chance and change alone control the world?

Wealth stays with us a little moment if at all: only our characters are steadfast, not our gold.

I loathe a friend whose gratitude grows old, a friend who takes his friend's prosperity but will not voyage with him in his grief

For the good, when praised, feel something of disgust, if to excess commended.

Mighty is geometry; joined with art, resistless.