Even the gods are moved by the voice of entreaty.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
Simplicity is a jewel rarely found.
If you want to be loved, be loveable.
In prosperity you may count on many friends; if the sky becomes overcast you will be alone.