Poet Ovid

Ovid

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All things change, nothing perishes.
What is harder than rock, or softer than water Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.
Love is a kind of warfare.
Let your hook be always cast. In the pool where you least expect it, will be fish.
There is no such thing as pure pleasure; some anxiety always goes with it.
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
Tears at times have all the weight of speech.
The cause is hidden. The effect is visible to all.
The result justifies the deed.
There is a god within us, and we have intercourse with heaven. That spirit comes from abodes on high.
Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
Time the devourer of all things.
To be loved, be lovable.
We are slow to believe that which if believed would hurt our feelings.
We can learn even from our enemies.
We two are to ourselves a crowd.
Whether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.
Wine gives courage and makes men more apt for passion.
Take rest a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop.
Nothing is stronger than habit.
My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these
Judgement of beauty can err, what with the wine and the dark.
It is the mind that makes the man.
If you would marry suitably, marry your equal.
How little you know about the age you live in if you think that honey is sweeter than cash in hand.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.
Courage conquers all things.
Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.
All things may corrupt when minds are prone to evil.

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