“Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.”
                                
                                
                                
                                
                                    
                                    Nocte latent mendae, vitioque ignoscitur omni,
Horaque formosam quamlibet illa facit.
                                
                            
                                        
                                        Book I, lines 249–250 
Ars Amatoria (The Art of Love)