“Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.” Ovid Woman
“Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.” Ovid
“Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.” Ovid ForgiveWoman