Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved? - Ovid

Dicere quae puduit, scribere jussit amor

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook always be cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be fish.

And when wine has soaked Cupid’s drunken wings,
he’s stayed, weighed down, a captive of the place.
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Wine rouses courage and is fit for passion:
care flies, and deep drinking dilutes it.
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Don’t trust the treacherous lamplight overmuch:
night and wine can harm your view of beauty.
Paris saw the goddesses in the light, a cloudless heaven,
when he said to Venus: ‘Venus, you win, over them both.’
Faults are hidden at night: every blemish is forgiven,
and the hour makes whichever girl you like beautiful.
Judge jewellery, and fabric stained with purple,
judge a face, or a figure, in the light.