Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto you.
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.