When the heart is sick it cannot bear the slightest annoyance.
It is not safe to despise what Love commands. He reigns supreme, and rules the mighty gods.
It's useful that there should be Gods, so let's believe there are.
It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.
Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.
Tis best to be silent in a bad cause.