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.
Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade
That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.
Do not unto another that which you would not he should do unto you.
Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.