Ovid
Publius Ovidius Naso (20 March 43 BCE – CE 17/18), known as Ovid (/ˈɒvɪd/) in the English-speaking world, was a Roman poet best known for the Metamorphoses, a 15-book continuous mythological narrative written in the meter of epic, and for collections of love poetry in elegiac couplets, especially the Amores ("Love Affairs") and Ars Amatoria ("Art of Love"). His poetry was much imitated during Late Antiquity and the Middle Ages, and greatly influenced Western art and literature. The Metamorphoses remains one of the most important sources of classical mythology.
Ovid is traditionally ranked alongside Virgil and Horace, his older contemporaries, as one of the three canonic poets of Latin literature. He was the first major Roman poet to begin his career during the reign of Augustus, and the Imperial scholar Quintilian considered him the last of the Latin love elegists. He enjoyed enormous popularity, but in one of the mysteries of literary history he was sent by Augustus into exile in a remote province on the Black Sea, where he remained until his death. Ovid himself attributes his exile to carmen et error, "a poem and a mistake", but his discretion in discussing the causes has resulted in much speculation among scholars.
Ovid's prolific poetry includes the Heroides, a collection of verse epistles written as by mythological heroines to the lovers who abandoned them; the Fasti, an incomplete six-book exploration of Roman religion with a calendar structure; and the Tristia and Epistulae ex Ponto, two collections of elegies in the form of complaining letters from his exile. His shorter works include the Remedia Amoris ("Cure for Love"), the curse-poem Ibis, and an advice poem on women's cosmetics. He wrote a lost tragedy, Medea, and mentions that some of his other works were adapted for staged performance.
See also Ovide.
“My soul would sing of metamorphoses.But since, o gods, you were the source of thesebodies becoming other bodies, breatheyour breath into my book of changes: maythe song I sing be seamless as its wayweaves from the world's beginning to our day.”
“Eis os únicos barcos que temos para voltar a nossa pátria; eis nosso único meio de escapar de Minos. Ele, que fechou todas as outras saídas, não pode fechar o ar para nós; resta-nos o ar; fenda-o graças a minha invenção. Mas não é para a virgem de Tégia, nem para o companheiro de Boótes, que é preciso olhar, mas para Orião, armado com uma clava; é por mim que você deve orientar sua marcha com as asas que eu lhe darei; irei na frente para mostrar o caminho; preocupe-se somente em me seguir; guiado por mim você estará seguro, se através das camadas do éter, nós nos aproximarmos do sol, a cera não poderá suportar o calor; se, descendo, agitarmos as asas muito perto do mar, nossas plumas, batendo, serão molhadas pelas águas marinhas. Voe entre os dois. Preste atenção também nos ventos, meu filho; onde seu sopro o guiar, deixe-se levar em suas asas."(Conselhos de Dédalo a Ícaro - em A Arte de Amar)”
“Fortune resists half-hearted prayers.”
“for no god may undo what another god has done...”
“I am a shipwrecked man who fears every sea.”
“There is a certain pleasure in weeping”
“Hurry to your goal together. That is full bliss when man and woman lie equally conquered.”
“My vengeance is my guilt”
“Not knowing what he sees, he adores the sight; That false face fools and fuels his delight”
“The burden which is well borne becomes light.”
“Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.”
“The cause is hidden. The effect is visible to all.”
“By yielding you may obtain victory”
“Non inpune feres neque'' ait ''reddere Canenti, laesaque quid faciat, quid amans, quid femina disces rebus'' ait ''sed amans et laesa et femina Circe!”
“Darkness makes any woman fair.”
“I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.”
“هبْني القدرة على أن أُبدع قواعد جديدة[تُغيّر من أحكامِ طبيعتي [البشرية”
“Video meliora proboque, deteriora sequor.”
“And now I have finished the work, which neither the wrath of Jove, nor fire, nor the sword, nor devouring age shall be able to destroy.”
“Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.”
“God himself helps those who dare.”
“A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn; it can be stabbed to death by a quip and worried to death by a frown on the right man's brow.”
“The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.”
“All things change; nothing perishes.”
“You will go most safely by the middle way.”
“Every lover is a soldier.”
“Right it is to be taught even by the enemy.”
“The god of Delos, proud in victory,Saw Cupid draw his bow's taut arc, and said:'Mischievous boy, what are a brave man's armsTo you? That gear becomes my shoulders best.My aim is sure; I wound my enemies,I wound wild beasts; my countless arrows slewBut now the bloated Python, whose vast coilsAcross so many acres spread their blight.You and your loves! You have your torch to light them!Let that content you; never claim my fame!'And Venus' son replied: 'Your bow, Apollo,May vanquish all, but mine shall vanquish you.As every creature yields to power divine,So likewise shall your glory yield to mine.”
“Venus of Eryx, from her mountain throne,Saw Hades and clasped her swift-winged son, and said:'Cupid, my child, my warrior, my power,Take those sure shafts with which you conquer all,And shoot your speedy arrows to the heartOf the great god to whom the last lot fellWhen the three realms were drawn. Your masterySubdues the gods of heaven and even Jove,Subdues the ocean's deities and him,Even him, who rules the ocean's deities.Why should Hell lag behind? Why not there tooExtend your mother's empire and your own....?Then Cupid, guided by his mother, openedHis quiver of all his thousand arrowsSelected one, the sharpest and the surest,The arrow most obedient to the bow,And bent the pliant horn against his kneeAnd shot the barbed shaft deep in Pluto's heart.”
“It's right to learn, even from the enemy.”
“Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.”
“He who can believe himself well, will be well.”
“I got nervous at bulls and eagles,Trying to figure what shape Zeus might take for sexWhen it could be your turn next. But now I don't care any longer,I've come to my senses, your profile leaves me cold.Why am I different? you ask. I'll tell you. Because you keep naggingFor presents. That's what turns me off.”
“Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing,Leave a house empty, it rots.”
“Nothing is stronger than habit.”
“If you would be loved, be lovable”
“I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.”
“I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.”
“Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses”
“Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.”
“Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?”
“Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.”
“Quem põe ponto final numa paixão com o ódio, ou ainda ama, ou não consegue deixar de sofrer.”
“Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.”
“All right, boy, skewer me. I've dropped my defenses, I'm an easy victim. Why, by nowYour arrows practically know their own way to the target And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.”
“A prince should be slow to punish, and quick to reward.”
“Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together. ”
“Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.”
“Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.”
“Their useless torches on dry hedges throw,That catch the flames, and kindle all the row;So burns the God, consuming in desire,And feeding in his breast a fruitless fire”