That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.

Allow me, whom Fortune always desires to bury, lay down my life in these final trivialities. Many have freely died in longlasting loves, among whose number may the earth cover me as well.

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?

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

That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.

Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.