Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
Let's give the historians something to write about
Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.
Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.
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.
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.