Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso)

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non read more

Alas! How difficult it is to prevent the countenance from
betraying guilt!
[Heu! quam difficile est crimen non prodere vultu.]

Let but the hours of idleness cease, and the bow of Cupid will
become broken and his torch extinguished.

Let but the hours of idleness cease, and the bow of Cupid will
become broken and his torch extinguished.

Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our
inclination.
[Lat., Factis ignoscite nostris
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Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our
inclination.
[Lat., Factis ignoscite nostris
Si scelus ingenio scitis abesse meo.]

Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to
be forgotten.

Our native land attracts us with some mysterious charm, never to
be forgotten.

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to read more

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never
never allows us to forget that we belong to it.
[Lat., Nescio qua natale solum dulcedine captos
Ducit, et immemores non sinit esse sui.]