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.

Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.

Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.

Never change when love has found its home.

In love, a verse of Mimnermus has more power than one of Homer.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.