Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.

More from Cato

• A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
• Blesses his stars and thinks it luxury.
• Curse all his virtues! they 've undone his country.
• Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
• From hence, let fierce contending nations know What dire effects from civil discord flow.
• My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death?