Love is a thing full of anxious fears.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.
Consider the misfortunes of others, and you will be the better able to bear your own.
To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.