Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
Wine prepares the heart for love, unless you take too much.
We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.