A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.
Happy the man who ventures boldly to defend what he holds dear.
The glow of inspiration warms us; it is a holy rapture.
Habits change into character.
There is no excellence uncoupled with difficulties.
The bold adventurer succeeds the best.
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.
Time spent in the cultivation of the fields passes very pleasantly.
When I was from Cupid’s passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
Burdens become light when cheerfully borne.
There is a divinity within our breast.
My intention is to tell of bodies changed into new forms.
Bear and endure: This sorrow will one day prove to be for your good.
It is hope which makes the shipwrecked sailor strike out with his arms in the midst of the sea, though no land is in sight.
Nothing is more useful to man that those arts which have no utility.
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.
If you want to be loved, be lovable.
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.