I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.

To wish is of little account; to succeed you must earnestly desire; and this desire must shorten thy sleep.

Love is a kind of military service

Gold will buy the highest honours; and gold will purchase love.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

Love's dominion, like a kings, admits of no partition.

Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.