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