Eros loves harder work.

People who grow up together and meet every day, morning, noon, and night, get used to each other as the foot does to the sandal, and the sandal to the foot, but the heart remains untouched.

But when a handsome stranger, with perfumed locks and costly garments, suddenly meets the maiden, Aphrodite's little son fits an arrow to his golden bow." "But he doesn't shoot," cried Jason, "when he knows that another shaft has already pierced the maiden's heart.

Any man can win any girl, except one whose soul is filled with love for another." "The gray-headed old bachelor speaks from experience," retorted Semestre, quickly.

"And your Phaon! If he really loved our girl, how could he woo another or have her wooed for him?
It comes to the same thing.