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.

There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.

Even if my strength should fail, my daring will win me praise: in might enterprises even the will to succeed is enough.

And nobility will not be able to help you with your love; Love does not know how to cede to ancestral images.

No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.

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.

Fame due to the achievements of the mind never perishes.