Bear patiently with a rival.
What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.
Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
O ye gods! what thick encircling darkness blinds the minds of men!