Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?
To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.
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.
That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.
Love is fostered by confidence and constancy; he who is able to give much is able also to love much.