Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.
The love of country is more powerful than reason itself.
That which never has been, never is, and never will be.
Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.
Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)
Thus I am not able to exist either with you or without you; and I seem not to know my own wishes.