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.

Never change when love has found its home.

Let each man have the wit to go his own way.

Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.

Let's give the historians something to write about

Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.

Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.