Where are the numerous constructions erected by Agrippa, of which only the Pantheon remains? Where are the splendorous palaces of the emperors?
Perhaps out there, somewhere, someone is sighing for your absence; and with this thought, my soul begins to breathe.
There is no lighter burden, nor more agreeable, than a pen.
Often on earth the gentlest heart is fain To feed and banquet on another's woe.
The greater I am, the greater shall be my efforts.
What name to call thee by, O virgin fair, I know not, for thy looks are not of earth And more than mortal seems thy countenances