Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.
The pleasure that is granted to me from a sense of duty ceases to be a pleasure at all.
I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.
Endure and persist; this pain will turn to good by and by.
We two are to ourselves a crowd.
Burdens become light when cheerfully borne.