Every lover is a soldier.
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
All other creatures look down toward the earth, but man was given a face so that might turn his eyes toward the stars and his gaze upon the sky.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
To give requires good sense.