My intention is to tell of bodies changed into new forms.
Friendship is but a name; fidelity but an empty name.
Take away leisure and Cupid's bow is broken
Let what is irksome become habitual, no more will it trouble you.
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race, memory.