Don't fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love Are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.
Be bold: Venus herself aids the stout-hearted.
Esteem all things that are good.
What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.
The Love-god inflames more fiercely those he sees are reluctant to surrender.
How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!