And it is a smaller thing to suffer the punishment than to have deserved it. - Ovid

His eyes that swam in death's dark night looked round
For Athis, and he lay down by his side,
Solaced among the shades to share his death.

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.

We take no pleasure in permitted joys.
But what's forbidden is more keenly sought.