Ovid

Some wounds grow worse beneath the surgeon’s hand; Better that they were not touched at all.

Ovid

Spare the soul that feels a deadly wound.

Ovid

Stop short of your appetite; eat less than you are able.

Ovid

Suppressed pain chokes us; in our breasts It surges, adding ever to its strength.

Ovid

Take away leisure and Cupid’s bow is broken

Ovid

That pleasure which can be safely indulged in is the least inviting.

Ovid

That which never has been, never is, and never will be.

Ovid

That you may be beloved, be amiable.

Ovid

That you may please others you must be forgetful of yourself.

Ovid

The battle is over when the foe has fallen.

Ovid