Tamara

“Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?”
― Ovid, Metamorphoses

“Let others praise ancient times; I am glad I was born in these.”
― Ovid

“....I am inclined to think that these muscles and bones of mine would have gone off long ago to Megara or Boeotia—by the dog they would, if they had been moved only by their own idea of what was best.

(tr Jowett)”
― Plato, Phaedo

“Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.”
― Ovid