Et tacitum vivit sub pectore vulnus...

“So ran the speech. Burdened and sick at heart,He feigned hope in his look, and …”

“ Nunc scio quit sit amor. ”

“There's a snake hidden in the grass. Virgil. Ecologues,no. 3.1.1o8”

“Will Mars be always in your windy tongue and in your flying feet?”