Flee an enemy who knows your weakness.
Doubt, but still hate!
As for our gods, we have a few too many to be true.
When a woman has the gift of silence she possesses a quality above the vulgar. It is a gift of Heaven seldom bestowed; without a little miracle it cannot be accomplished; and Nature suffers violence when Heaven puts a woman in the humor of observing silence.
How delicious is pleasure after torment!
I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.