"A horse never runs so fast as when he has other horses to catch up and outpace."
"Ovid lies here, the poet, skilled in love's gentle sport; By his own talents he worked his undoing. Oh, you who pass by, if ever you have loved, Think it not a burden to wish him calm repose."
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Source: Ovid (1932). “The Love Books of Ovid”, p.125, Biblo & Tannen Publishers
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