An anthill increases by accumulation. Medicine is consumed by distribution. That which is feared lessens by association. This is the thing to understand.

Women's words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn, Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.

What is allowed us is disagreeable, what is denied us causes us intense desire.

Skill makes love unending.

Remove the temptation of idleness and Cupid's bow is useless.

When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.