Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
To be thoroughly imbued, with the liberal arts refines the manners, and makes men to be mild and gentle in their conduct.
Beauty is a frail good.
Meet the disorder in the outset, the medicine may be too late, when the disease has gained ground through delay.
We always strive after what is forbidden, and desire the things refused us.
Love is an affair of credulity.