Ardeat ipsa licet, tormentia gaudet amantis. (Though she may herself burn, she delights in her lover's torment.) - Juvenal. View more images...
I wish it, I command it. Let my will take the place of a reason. - Juvenal. View more images...
Hold it the greatest sin to prefer existence to honor, and for the sake of life to lose the reasons for living - Juvenal. View more images...
The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived - Juvenal. View more images...