I felt for the tormented whirlwinds Damned for their carnal sins Committed when they let their passions rule their reason.
My course is set for an uncharted sea.
A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.
I made my own house be my gallows.
Nothing which is harmonized by the bond of the Muse can be changed from its own to another language without destroying its sweetness
Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.