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.

Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.

Let's give the historians something to write about

Even if my strength should fail, my daring will win me praise: in might enterprises even the will to succeed is enough.

And nobility will not be able to help you with your love; Love does not know how to cede to ancestral images.

Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.

Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.