Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.

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.

Love is fostered by confidence and constancy; he who is able to give much is able also to love much.

To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.

Never change when love has found its home.

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.

Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.