It is the poor man who'll ever count his flock.
We hate the hawk because he ever lives in battle.
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.
There is no such thing as pure, unalloyed pleasure; some bitter ever mingles with the sweet.
If you want to be loved, be lovable.
Though the strength is lacking, yet the willingness is commendable.