1. I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
2. All things do change; but nothing sure doth perish.
Metamorphoses
3. As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.
Metamorphoses
4. Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing,Leave a house empty, it rots.
The Erotic Poems
5. Fas est ab hoste doceri.One should learn even from one's enemies.
Metamorphoses
6. Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses
7. Fortune und Liebe begünstigen die Tapferen. Fortune and love favor the brave.
