Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.
Art lies by its own artifice.
Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses.
It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods.