A wise man sings his joy in the closet of his heart.
TIBULLUSA wise man sings his joy in the closet of his heart.
TIBULLUSHappy thou that learnest from another’s griefs, not to subject thyself to the same.
TIBULLUSBe bold: Venus herself aids the stout-hearted.
TIBULLUSThe Love-god inflames more fiercely those he sees are reluctant to surrender.
TIBULLUSHow could I, blest with thee, long nights employ; And how with the longest day enjoy!
TIBULLUSI 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.
TIBULLUSDon’t fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love Are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.
TIBULLUSWhat madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.
TIBULLUSEsteem all things that are good.
TIBULLUSHow mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!
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