Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
Even if my strength should fail, my daring will win me praise: in might enterprises even the will to succeed is enough.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
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.