Whether they yield or refuse, it delights women to have been asked.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.
Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.
Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.
Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?