I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.
Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.
In an easy matter. Anybody can be eloquent.
Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.
Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!