Be bold: Venus herself aids the stout-hearted.
Don't fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love Are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.
Esteem all things that are good.
How could I, blest with thee, long nights employ; And how with the longest day enjoy!
A wise man sings his joy in the closet of his heart.
Happy thou that learnest from another's griefs, not to subject thyself to the same.
How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!
I could live in the woods with thee in sight, Where never should human foot intrude: Or with thee find light in the darkest night, And a social crowd in solitude.
The Love-god inflames more fiercely those he sees are reluctant to surrender.
What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.