Cosi all' egro fanciul porgiamo aspersi Di soave licor gli orli del vaso; Succhi ainari, ingannato, in tanto ei bene, E da l'inganno iuo, vita ricere. - Torquato Tasso

Vantomi in lui scoprir gl'intimi sensi,
E i secreti pensier trargli del petto.

Like as the wind, stopped by some wood or hill,
Grows strong and fierce, tears boughs and trees in twain,
But with mild blasts, more temperate, gentle, still,
Blows through the ample field or spacious plain;
Against the rocks as sea-waves murmur shrill,
But silent pass amid the open main:
Rinaldo so, when none his force withstood,
Assuaged his fury, calmed his angry mood.

Chi la pace non vuol, la guerra s' abbia.