Only begin, and you will become eloquent of yourself.

Pleasure is sweetest when 'tis paid for by another's pain.

That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.

Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.

He is a foolish swimmer who swims against the stream, when he might take the current sideways.

From high Meonia's rocky shores I came, Of poor decsent, Acoetes is my name, My sire was measly born: no oxen ploughed, His fruitful fields, nor in his pastures lowed, His whole estate within the waters lay' With lines and hooks he caught the finny prey; His art was all his livelehood, which he Thus with his dying lips bequeathed to me: In streams, my boy, and rivers take thy chance; There swims', said he, Thy whole inheritance.

Excessive love in loathing ever ends.