Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
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.
Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.
Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.