Love presses my head with carefully placed feet, wretch that he is, until he has taught me to detest chaste girls, and to live with no counsel.
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.
Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.
In love, a verse of Mimnermus has more power than one of Homer.
Allow me, whom Fortune always desires to bury, lay down my life in these final trivialities. Many have freely died in longlasting loves, among whose number may the earth cover me as well.