Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
Let's give the historians something to write about
That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.
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.
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?
There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.