Fortune and love favour the brave. [Lat., Audentem Forsque Venusque juvant.]
If thou wishest to put an end to love, attend to business (love yields to employment); then thou wilt be safe. [Lat., Qui finem quaeris amoris, (Cedit amor rebus) res age; tutus eris.]
Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs. [Lat., Hei mihi! quod nullis amor est medicabilis herbis.]
Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.) [Lat., Militat omnis amans.]
That you may be beloved, be amiable.
Love is an affair of credulity.
Excessive love in loathing ever ends.
Love is a credulous thing.
Love is a thing full of anxious fears.
Skill makes love unending.
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
If it were in my power, I would be wiser; but a newly felt power carries me off in spite of myself; love leads me one way, my understanding another.
Truly now is the golden age; the highest honour comes by means of gold; by gold love is procured.
Venus is kind to creatures as young as we;We know not what we do, and while we're youngWe have the right to live and love like gods.
As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison.
Love is too prone to trust. Would I could think My charges false and all too rashly made.
If you would conquer Love, he must be fought At his first onslaught; sprinkle but a drop Of water, the new-kindled flame expires.
There is no brotherhood between love and dignity, Nor can they share the same abode.
Wind feeds the fire, and wind extinguishes: The flames are nourished by a gentle breeze, Yet, if it stronger grows, they sink and die.
Destroy our leisure and you break love's bow.
Ovid lies here, the poet, skilled in love's gentle sport; By his own talents he worked his undoing. Oh, you who pass by, if ever you have loved, Think it not a burden to wish him calm repose.
Leave war to others; 'tis Protesilaus' part of love.
I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.
Struggling over my fickle heart, love draws it now this way, and now hate that--but love, I think, is winning. I will hate, if I have strength; if not, I shall love unwilling.
Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses. Write not again, but come, sweet mate
A lover fears all that he believes.
Love conquers all things; let us own her dominion.
Everyone is desirous of his own pursuits, and loves To spend his time in his accustomed art.
Every lover is a soldier.
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.
Love, and a cough, are not concealed.
You who seek an end of love, love yields to business: be busy, and you will be safe.
The burden becomes light that is shared by love.
Love is a kind of military service
All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.
Love is a kind of warfare.
Fortune and love favour the brave. [Lat., Audentum Forsque Venusque juvant.]
Majesty and love do not consort well together, nor do they dwell in the same place.
Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.
Love is the force that leaves you colorless
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.
Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.
Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?
He who would not be idle, let him fall in love.
Jupiter from on high smiles at the perjuries of lovers.
Love is a believing creature.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
Lovers remember everything. [Lat., Meminerunt omnia amantes.]
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
Fortune and love favor the brave.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.
Love is no assignment for cowards.