Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
Never change when love has found its home.
Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.