It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.
A thousand ills require a thousand cures.
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.
A bitter drug oft brings relief.
Nothing is swifter than our years.