If anyone decided to call the sea Neptune, and corn Ceres, and to misapply the name of Bacchus rather than to give liquor its right name, so be it; and let him dub the round world "Mother of the Gods" so long as he is careful not really to infest his mind with base superstitions.

There is so much wrong with the world. (tanta stat praedita culpa)

Things stand apart so far and differ, that What's food for one is poison for another.

Such evil deeds could religion prompt.

The body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.

Gently touching with the charm of poetry.

Human life lay foul before men's eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion's weight.