I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.
Nowadays nothing but money counts: a fortune brings honors, friendships, the poor man everywhere lies low.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
These are the evils which result from gossiping habits.
Leave war to others; 'tis Protesilaus' part of love.
Where belief is painful we are slow to believe.