I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.

When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.

We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.

In an easy cause any man may be eloquent.

The gods have their own rules.

Thanks are justly due for boons unbought

Giving calls for genius.