Ovid
Ovid (43 BC — AD 18), born Publius Ovidius Naso, was a Roman poet of the Augustan age. This Latin poet was born at Salmo, of equestrian rank, bred for the bar, and serving the State in the department of law for a time, threw it up for literature and a life of pleasure, He was the author, among other works, of the "Amores," "Fasti," and the "Metamorphoses," the friend of Horace and Virgil, and the favourite of Augustus, but for some unknown reason fell under the displeasure of the latter, and was banished in his fiftieth year, to end his days among the swamps of Scythia, near the Black Sea.Wisdom & Quotes
- It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.
- Nothing is more powerful than habit.
- Love is a kind of warfare.
- Men should not care too much for good looks; neglect is becoming.
- Let others praise ancient times. I am glad that I was born in these.
- Whether a pretty woman grants or withholds her favours, she always likes to be asked for them.
- Simplicity, most rare in our age.
- Alas! How difficult it is not to betray guilt by our countenance.
- You will go most safely in the middle.
- Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
- Time is the best medicine.
- What one beholds of a woman is the least part of her.
- I can't live either without you or with you.
Tiberius