Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.
Love presses my head with carefully placed feet, wretch that he is, until he has taught me to detest chaste girls, and to live with no counsel.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto you.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.
In love, a verse of Mimnermus has more power than one of Homer.