Poetry

"Tarda solet magnis rebus inesse fides."

"Vix a te videor posse tenere manus."

"Arbiter es formæ."

"You are the (or a) judge of beauty."

"Jam seges est ubi Troja fuit, resecandaque falce Luxuriat Phrygio sanguine pinguis humus."

"If you wish to marry suitably, marry your equal."

"Confidence is slow in reposing itself in undertakings of any magnitude."

"Si qua voles apte nubere, nube pari."

"In toto nusquam corpore menda fuit."

"The scythe now reaps the corn where Ilion stood, And fields that fatten on the Trojans’ blood."

"Nulla reparabilis arte Læsa pudicitia est: deperit illa semel."

"When once a woman’s virtue’s gone, No art the damage can atone: 'Tis ruined once for all."

"If I sinned, the sin has fair excuse."

"What shame forbade me speak, Love made me write."

"The event justifies the deed."

"Dicere que puduit, scribere jussit amor."

"Cœpisti melius quam desinis: ultima primis Cedunt: dissimiles hic vir, et ille puer."

"An nescis longas regibus esse manus?"

"Promittas facito: quid enim promittere laedit? Pollicitis dives quilibet esse potest."

"Don’t you know that kings have long arms?"

"Heu! melior quanto sors tua sorte mea!"

"Vacca deceptus acerna."

"You began better than you end: your last attempts must yield the palm to your previous achievements. How little does the man correspond to the promise of the boy!"

"Pessima sit, nulli non sua forma placet."

"Si fuit errandum, causas habet error honestas."

"If 'twas my fate to err, my error had honourable cause."

"Abeunt studia in mores."

"What modesty forbade me to say, love has commanded me to write."

"Exitus acta probat."

"The event proves well the wisdom of her course."

"Dicere quae puduit, scribere iussit amor."

"Tastes change into character."

"Iam seges est ubi Troia fuit, resecandaque falce Luxuriat Phrygio sanguine pinguis humus."

"Now are fields of corn where Troy once was, and soil made fertile with Phrygian blood waves rich with harvest ready for the sickle."

"Tarde quae credita laedunt credimus."

"Love is a thing ever filled with anxious fear."

"Non veniunt in idem pudor atque amor."

"Write nothing back to me—yourself come!"

"Res est solliciti plena timoris amor."

"We are tardy in believing, when belief brings hurt."

"Modesty and love are not at one."

"Nil mihi rescribas, tu tamen ipse veni!"

"Est virtus placitis abstinuisse bonis."

"There is virtue in abstinence from what delights."

"Ingenium mala sæpe movent."

"Innocui vivite, numen adest."

"Ignoti nulla cupido."

"Fertilior seges est alienis semper in agris; Vicinumque pecus grandius uber habet."

"Forma bonum fragile est, quantumque accedit ad annos Fit minor: et spatio carpitur ipsa suo. [...]Et tibi jam cani venient, formose, capilli: Jam venient rugs, que tibi corpus arent. Jam molire animum, qui duret, et adstrue formæ. Solus ad extremos permanet ille rogos."

"Forma viros neglecta decet."