The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.

I see and approve better things, but follow worse.

Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.

Skill makes love unending.

When the lightning strikes but one, not one only does it terrify.

Love is a thing full of anxious fears.

There is no useful thing which may not be turned to an injurious purpose.