Sextus Propertius was a Latin elegiac poet of the Augustan age. He was born around 50–45 BC in Assisium and died shortly after 15 BC... (wikipedia)
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?
I am climbing a difficult road; but the glory gives me strength.
Anyone who is an enemy of mine, let him love women, but let he who is my friend rejoice in men.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
By gold all good faith has been banished; by gold our rights are abused; the law itself is influenced by gold, and soon there will be an end of every modest restraint.
Even a faithful mistress can be bent by constant threats.
Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
Although strength should fail, the effort will deserve praise. In great enterprises the attempt is enough.
Love never offers to anyone wings so easy that he does not hold him back with his other hand.
Let each man pass his days in that wherein his skill is greatest.
Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.