Calumny ever pursues the great, even as the winds hurl themselves on high places.

You put aside the work that's done, and seek some work to do.

Envy, the meanest of vices, creeps on the ground like a serpent.

Love is a naked child: do you think he has pockets for money?

If God be my friend, I cannot be wretched.

Chastity, once lost, cannot be recalled; it goes only once.

Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.