That I make poetry and give pleasure - if I give pleasure - are because of you.
Nos numeros sumus et fruges consumere nati. We are but ciphers, born to consume earth's fruits.
Hatched in the same nest.
The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
Lighten grief with hopes of a brighter morrow; Temper joy, in fear of a change of fortune.
Anger is short-lived madness.