Felicity is in possession, happiness in anticipation.
Pain is unjust, and all the arguments That cannot soothe it only rouse suspicion.
You who love wild passions, flee the holy austerity of my pleasures. All here breathes of God, peace and truth.
This innocence begins to weigh me down.
He who will travel far spares his steed.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.