Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.
Make room, Roman writers, make room for Greek writers; something greater than the Iliad is born.
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
If you see anything, always deny that you've seen; or if perchance something pains you, deny that you're hurt.
Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.
Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.