My Favorite Ovid lines!

For March 30th, we were asked to choose our favorite lines out of The Metamorphoses of Ovid.
At first I chose the description of how the earth felt when Cesar was murdered.
(Pg 545)
"They say the hideous crime was presaged by
the clash of arms among dark clouds, and horns
and trumpets blaring horribly. The sun's
own orb was sorrowing; the light it shed
on frightened earth was lurid. Firebrands
would often flash beneath the stars; and gusts
of rain would often carry drops of blood.
The Morning Star was blue-gray, and his face
showed russet-colored blotches; and blood stained
the chariot of Luna. ....."
~I loved these lines because of the descriptive language it presents. Yes, the horrendous affects Cesar's' death created were terrible, but the way Ovid writes the situation is beautiful.

In the end, I chose lines from Book I, in the story of Apollo and Daphne.
(pg 25)
"And even as my head is ever young,
and my hair ever long, may you, unshorn,
wear your leaves, too, forever: never lose
that loveliness, o laurel, which is yours!"
~(Much shorter, really only four lines! :)) These lines should mean something to everyone. It describes undying beauty in everyone. No matter who you are, what you look like, etc... EVERYONE IS BEAUTIFUL!!!