A wise man sings his joy in the closet of his heart.
Be bold: Venus herself aids the stout-hearted.
How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!
Don't fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love Are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.
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.