Fools laugh at the Latin language. -Rident stolidi verba Latina
Love fed fat soon turns to boredom.
Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken
The poet's labors are a work of joy, and require peace of mind.
Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.
Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?