Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop
The spirits run riot in youth.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.
There is a deity within us who breathes that divine fire by which we are animated.