Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.
Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade
Make room, Roman writers, make room for Greek writers; something greater than the Iliad is born.