Leave war to others; 'tis Protesilaus' part of love.
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses.
Sleep, nature's rest, divine tranquility, That brings peace to the mind.
Things which of themselves avail nothing, when united become powerful.
Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?