Pleasure is sweetest when 'tis paid for by another's pain.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
Fools laugh at the Latin language. -Rident stolidi verba Latina
What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.