Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

Those graceful groves that shade the plain,
Where Tiber rolls majestic to the main,
And flattens, as read more

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

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

Let the poor man mind his tongue.

Let the poor man mind his tongue.

She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of
detection: she who does not, because read more

She only is chaste, who is chaste where there is no danger of
detection: she who does not, because she may not, does.

Habit had made the custom.
[Lat., Morem fecerat usus.]

Habit had made the custom.
[Lat., Morem fecerat usus.]