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.
Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
I say as an expert, no one is faithful in love -Expertus dico, nemo est in amore fidelis
Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade
Never change when love has found its home.
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.