May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

Love conquers all, and let us yield to it. —Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori

Hunger that persuades to evil. [Lat., Malesuada fames.]

Accursed thirst for gold! what dost thou not compel mortals to do? [Lat., Quid non mortalia pectora cogis, Auri sacra fames?]

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities? [Lat., Quae regio in terris nostri non plena laboris.]

He follows his father with unequal steps. [Lat., Sequiturque patrem non passibus aequis.]