Poet Ovid

Ovid

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

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