Do not they bring it to pass by knowing that they know nothing at all?
I can hear those glances that you think are silent.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
None love, but they who wish to love.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
It is a maxim of old that among themselves all things are common to friends.