Qual d'acqua chiara il tremolante lume, Dal sol percossa o da' notturni rai, Per gli ampli tetti va con lungo salto A destra et a sinistra, e basso e… - Ludovico Ariosto

Man cannot relish peace before
He has experienced a state of war.

Veniano sospirando, e gli occhi bassi
Parean tener d'ogni baldanza privi.

A virgin is like a rose: while she remains on the thorn whence she sprang, alone and safe in a lovely garden, no flock, no shepherd approaches. The gentle breeze and the dewy dawn, water, and earth pay her homage; amorous youths and loving maidens like to deck their brows with her, and their breasts. / But no sooner is she plucked from her mother-stalk, severed from her green stem, than she loses all, all the favour, grace, and beauty wherewith heaven and men endowed her.