That which never has been, never is, and never will be.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
There is no excellency without difficulty.
Love is the force that leaves you colorless
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
Our neighbour's crop is always more fruitful and his cattle produce more milk than our own.