It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
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.
courage is the gift of character
How base a thing it is when a man will struggle with necessity! We have to die.
Both to the rich and poor, wine is the happy antidote for sorrow.
Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.