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!

Fools laugh at the Latin language. -Rident stolidi verba Latina

Whether they yield or refuse, it delights women to have been asked.

There will grow from straws a mighty heap.

It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods.

The more highminded a man is the more easily is his anger appeased.

The prayers of cowards fortune spurns.