“Esteem all things that are good.”

Happy thou that learnest from another’s griefs, not to subject thyself to the same.

How could I, blest with thee, long nights employ; And how with the longest day enjoy!

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.

What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.

A wise man sings his joy in the closet of his heart.

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.

The Love-god inflames more fiercely those he sees are reluctant to surrender.