Ovid, formally Publius Ovidius Naso

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

Roman Poet, Man of Letters

Author Quotes

The will is commendable though the ability may be wanting.

There is no excellence uncoupled with difficulties.

Those gifts are ever the most acceptable which the giver makes precious.

Time spent in the cultivation of the fields passes very pleasantly.

To have properly studied the liberal sciences gives a polish to our manners, and removes all awkwardness.

We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.

What is allowed us is disagreeable, what is denied us causes us intense desire.

The prickly thorn often bears soft roses.

The workmanship surpassed the subject matter.

There is no excellency without difficulty.

Those graceful groves that shade the plain, Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main, and flattens, as he runs, the fair campaign.

Time steals on and escapes us, like the swift river that glides on with rapid stream.

Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys honor, gold procures love.

We are slow to believe that which, if true, would grieve us.

What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.

The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol, Soft as the swan; a large and lovely fowl His tongue, his prating tongue had changed him quite To sooty blackness from the purest white.

The would will perhaps be cured in the process of time, but it shrinks from the touch while it is fresh.

There is no law more just, than that he, who plots death, should perish by his own craft.

Those presents are the most acceptable which are enhanced by our regard for the donor.

Time the devourer of all things.

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason? Why if it prosper, none dare call it treason.

We can learn even from our enemies.

What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.

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.

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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