I am frightened at seeing all the footprints directed towards thy den, and none returning.
I want to live, and die with you.
In love there are two evils: war and peace.
Many shall be restored that now are fallen and many shall fall that now are in honor.
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death.
Pleasure bought with pain does harm.