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„Bolest z lásky je pro ženu největší rozkoší.“

„Nenávist oplácejte láskou, nikoliv pomstou.“

„Kdykoli piji víno, starosti usínají.“

„Láska je přelétavá jako motýl z květu na květ. Zdržovat se na jednom místě ji nebaví.“

„Stařec má na lásku o to větší nárok, o co je blíže svému osudu.“

„… Neboť, přátelé, pijeme-li, dřímají naše starosti.“

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„Nepřemožitelný na válečném poli snadno podléhá v milostném boji.“

„Vše se miluje, co je opačné, ale blízké.“

„Co je smyslem lásky? Měnit zlobu ve snášenlivost.“

“Ah, cruel 'tis to love,
And cruel not to love,
But cruelest of all
To love and love in vain.”

Varianta: Smyslem lásky je měnit zlobu ve snášenlivost.

Anakreón: Citáty anglicky

“The black earth drinks, in turn
The trees drink up the earth.
The sea the torrents drinks, the sun the sea,
And the moon drinks the sun.
Why, comrades, do ye flout me,
If I, too, wish to drink?”

Odes, XXIX. (XXVII.), 1.

“And last of all comes death.”

Varianta: Fruitful earth drinks up the rain, Trees from earth drink that again; The sea too drinks the air, the sun Drinks the sea, and him the moon. Is it reason, then, do ye think, That I should thirst when all else drink?
Zdroj: Odes, 21.

“Love for lineage nothing cares.
Tramples wisdom under foot.
Worth derides, and only looks
For money.”

Odes, L. (XL VIII.), 28.

“I fled the headless darts of slanderous tongue.”

Odes, XXIX. (XXVIL, b), 5.

“Cursed be he above all others
Who's enslaved by love of money.
Money takes the place of brothers,
Money takes the place of parents.
Money brings us war and slaughter.”

Odes, XLII. (XL.), 11.

“Nature gave horns to the bull,
Hoofs gave she to the horse.
To the lion cavernous jaws,
And swiftness to the hare.
The fish taught she to swim,
The bird to cleave the air;
To man she reason gave;
Not yet was woman dowered.
What, then, to woman gave she?
The priceless gift of beauty.
Stronger than any buckler,
Than any spear more piercing.
Who hath the gift of beauty.
Nor fire nor steel shall harm her.”

Odes, XXIX. (XXVIL, b), 8.

“E'en though I would not, die I must;
Why stray I thus through life?”

Odes, XXIV.
Varianta: The bull by nature hath his horns, The horse his hoofs, to daunt their foes; The light-foot hare the hunter scorns; The lion's teeth his strength disclose.The fish, by swimming, 'scapes the weel; The bird, by flight, the fowler's net; With wisdom man is arm'd as steel; Poor women none of these can get. What have they then?—fair Beauty's grace, A two-edged sword, a trusty shield; No force resists a lovely face, Both fire and sword to Beauty yield.

“To-day belongs to me,
To-morrow who can tell.”

XLV. (XLIII.), 5.

“But when an old man dances,
His locks with age are grey.
But he's a child in mind.”

Odes, VIII. (VIL), 9.