Love, that exempts no one beloved from loving, seized me with pleasure of this man so strongly, that, as thou seest, it doth not yet desert me.
No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.
All hope abandon, ye who enter here!
Love kindled by virtue always kindles another, provided that its flame appear outwardly.
From there we came outside and saw the stars
A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.