The noblest motive is the public good.
The greatest wealth is health
Optima dies…prima fugit
(The best days are the first to flee)
The seeds of life – fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies’ ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that’s born for death. That is the source of all men’s fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heaven’s light, shut up in the body’s tomb, a prison dark and deep.
But the queen–too long she has suffered the pain of love,
hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,
consumed by the fire buried in her heart. …
His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling–
no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.
..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea
and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl…