I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
While I am speaking the opportunity is lost.
The gods favor the bold.
Love is an affair of credulity.
Even the gods are moved by the voice of entreaty.