Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso

Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso
43 B.C.
17 A.D.

Roman Poet, Man of Letters

Author Quotes

While strength and years permit, endure labor; soon bent old age will come with silent foot.

You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town.

The rest of the crowd were friends of my fortune, not of me.

The wounded gladiator forswears all fighting, but soon forgetting his former wound resumes his arms.

There is no less merit in keeping what we have got, than in first acquiring it. Chance has something to do with the one, while the other will always be the effect of skill.

Thou beginnest better than thou endest. The last is inferior to the first.

Time the devourer of everything.

True, if modesty does not permit a woman to make the first advance, it nevertheless delights her to yield when her lover takes the initiative. In truth a lover reposes too much confidence in his good looks if he thinks that a woman will be the first to ask. ?Tis for him to begin, for him to entreat her; and to his supplications she will incline her ear. Ask and thou shalt receive; she only waits to be implored. Tell her the cause and origin of your desire. Jove bent the knee to the heroines of old times, and for all his greatness, none ever came of her own accord to entreat him. If, however, you only get disdain for all your pains, draw back and press your suit no farther. Many women long for what eludes them, and like not what is offered them. Cool off; don't let her think you too importunate. Do not betray the hope of too swift a victory; let Love steal in disguised as Friendship. I've often seen a woman thus disarmed, and friendship ripen into love.

We covet what is guarded; the very care invokes the thief. Few love what they may have.

What is harder than stone? What more soft than water? Nevertheless hard though the rock be, it is hollowed by the wave.

The mind alone cannot be exiled.

The result justifies the deed.

The wounded limb shrinks even from the gentlest touch, and to the nervous the smallest shadow excites alarm.

There is no need of words; believe facts.

Thou fool, what is sleep but the image of death? Fate will give an eternal rest.

Time, motion and wine cause sleep.

Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a stream.

We do not bear sweets; we are recruited by a bitter potion.

The mind conscious of innocence despises false reports: but we are a set always ready to believe a scandal.

The robber and the cautious traveler alike are girded with the sword; the one uses it as a means of attack, the other as a means of defense.

The wounded limb shrinks from the slightest touch; and a slight shadow alarms the nervous.

There is no small pleasure in pure water.

Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.

Time, the devourer of all things.

Truly now is the golden age; the highest honor comes by means of gold; by gold love is procured.

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First Name
Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso
Birth Date
43 B.C.
Death Date
17 A.D.

Roman Poet, Man of Letters