Sors aequa merentes respicit. - Publius Papinius Statius

Pulchrum vitam donare minori.

For what cause, youthful Sleep, kindest of gods, or what error have I deserved, alas to lack your boon? All cattle are mute and birds and beasts, and the nodding tree-tops feign weary slumbers, and the raging rivers abate their roar; the ruffling of the waves subsides, the sea is still, leaning against the shore.

Aliquis, cui mens humili laesisse veneno
summa nec impositos umquam ceruice volenti
ferre duces.