Despise not sweet inviting love-making nor the merry dance.
If you would have me weep, you must first of all feel grief yourself.
Naturam expellas furca, tamen usque revenit. You can drive nature out with a pitchfork, she will nevertheless come back.
Mountains will go into labour, and a silly little mouse will be born.
Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.
The envious pine at others' success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.