Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.
Let each man pass his days in that wherein his skill is greatest.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Propertius Sextus (c. 50–16 B.C.), Roman elegist.