Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.
Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?
Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.
Love is fostered by confidence and constancy; he who is able to give much is able also to love much.