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?

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

Fame due to the achievements of the mind never perishes.

Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.

Let's give the historians something to write about

There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.