The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken
Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.
Had I not sinned what would there be for you to pardon. My fate has given you the opportunity for mercy.
The poet's labors are a work of joy, and require peace of mind.
All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.