My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
Venus is kind to creatures as young as we;We know not what we do, and while we're youngWe have the right to live and love like gods.
It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
Gifts, believe me, captivate both men and Gods, Jupiter himself was won over and appeased by gifts.
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.
Little things please little minds.