Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.
A bitter drug oft brings relief.
It is prudence that first forsakes the wretched.
Excessive love in loathing ever ends.
Everyone’s a millionaire where promises are concerned.
And besides, we lovers fear everything.
My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn.
We believe slowly when belief brings pain.
Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
I can live neither with you, nor without you.
And he sets his mind to unknown arts.
We need to accept the strangeness of things as they are.
Agamemnon escaped with his life From land battles and sea storms, then fell to his wife.
Her clear conscience mocked rumour’s mendacity, But we are a mob prone to credit sin.
While I speak, time flies.
Sometimes tears carry the same weight as words.
Ars est celaree artem.
Dicere quae puduit, scribere jussit amor.
I am compelled to speak of metamorphoses.