Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.
Let's give the historians something to write about
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.
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.