O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!
He that sends a foole expects one.
In an hundred elles of contention, there is not an inch of love.
Whether shall the Oxe goe, where he shall not labour?
If gold knew what gold is, gold would get gold I wis.
In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.