If you had ever fallen in love with one like Cornelia, it would have been different.

As it is, you can only stare at me, and say to yourself, 'How strange a sensible fellow like Drusus should care for a girl from whom he has been parted for nearly two years!' That's why I doubt if your sympathy can be of any great solace to me." "Well," said Antonius, washing down his _puls_ with a draught of water from a second helmet at hand, "I can't say that I would be full of grief two years from the day my beloved Fulvia was taken from me.

But there are women of many a sort.

Some are vipers to sting your breast, some are playthings, some are--what shall I call them--goddesses?
no, one may not kiss Juno; flowers?
they fade too early; silver and gold?
that is rubbish.

I have no name for them.