Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.
And nobility will not be able to help you with your love; Love does not know how to cede to ancestral images.
Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.