I like to share interesting narratives or poems because they hold the secret that they have the power to loosen the reader’s seriousness for, it is in that relaxation that one can understand some of the complex gems offered here in the entire writings.
Love is a subject of universal curiosity, the only thing that is common amongst all beings. I have not seen a single person who does not understand the language and benefits of a healthy love.
Leisure stimulates love,
Leisure watches the lovelorn,
Leisure’s the cause and sustenance of this sweet Evil.
Eliminate leisure, and Cupid’s bow is broken,
His torches lie lightless, scorned.
As a plane-tree rejoices in wine,
As a poplar in water,
As a marsh-reed in swampy ground,
So Venus loves.
Leisure. . . .
Why do you think Aegisthus became an adulterer?
Easy: he was idle—and bored.
Everyone else was away at Troy on a lengthy Campaign:
All Greece had shipped its contingent across.
Suppose he hankered for warfare?
Argos had no wars to offer.
Suppose he fancied the courts?
Argos lacked litigation.
Love was better than doing nothing.
That’s how Cupid slips in; that’s how he stays.
—OVID, CURES FOR LOVE