Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.

Bene vixit, bene qui latuit." (To live well is to live concealed.)

Fortune resists half-hearted prayers.

Medicine sometimes snatches away health, sometimes gives it.

Blemishes are hid by night and every fault forgiven; darkness makes any woman fair.

It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.

My vengeance is my guilt

Darkness makes any woman fair.

Hurry to your goal together. That is full bliss when man and woman lie equally conquered.

The burden which is well borne becomes light.

Right it is to be taught even by the enemy.

Venus is kind to creatures as young as we; We know not what we do, and while we’re young We have the right to live and love like gods.

By yielding you may obtain victory

Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love

For no god may undo what another god has done...

The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.

What is harder than rock, or softer than water? Yet soft water hollows out hard rock. Persevere.

You will go most safely by the middle way.

Video meliora proboque, deteriora sequor.

A new idea is delicate. It can be killed by a sneer or a yawn.

A prince should be slow to punish, and quick to reward.

My hopes are not always realized, but I always hope.

Even as a cow she was lovely.

The man who has experienced shipwreck shudders even at a calm sea.

He loved a lifeless thing and he was utterly and hopelessly wretched.

She made up prayers and said them, Worshipping unknown gods with unknown singing, Her customary magic, which would cover The white moon’s face and darken the sun with cloud.

And besides, we lovers fear everything

...et ignotas animum dimittit in artes, naturamque nouat. (to arts unknown he bends his wits, and alters nature.)

And now I have finished the work, which neither the wrath of Jove, nor fire, nor the sword, nor devouring age shall be able to destroy.

Et ignotas animum dimittit in artes. And he sets his mind to unknown arts.

Not knowing what he sees, he adores the sight; That false face fools and fuels his delight

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

And he sets his mind to unknown arts

Only she is chaste whom none has invited

A ruler should be slow to punish and swift to reward.

All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.

Be bold, take courage... and be strong of soul.

Her clear conscience mocked rumour’s mendacity, But we are a mob prone to credit sin.

Agamemnon escaped with his life From land battles and sea storms, then fell to his wife.