Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto you.
And nobility will not be able to help you with your love; Love does not know how to cede to ancestral images.
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.
Let's give the historians something to write about
Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.
Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade