He appears mad indeed but to a few, because the majority is infected with the same disease.

I was what you are, you will be what I am.

The muse does not allow the praise-de-serving here to die: she enthrones him in the heavens.

I shall strike the stars with my uplifted head.

Time will bring to light whatever is hidden it will cover up and conceal what is now shining in splendor.

At Rome I love Tibur; then, like a weathercock, at Tibur Rome.

Enjoy the present day, as distrusting that which is to follow.