Sleep ... peace of the soul, who puttest care to flight.
Remove the temptation of idleness and Cupid's bow is useless.
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn.
I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
It is a kingly act to help the fallen.
If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.