Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.
There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.
Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.
Love is fostered by confidence and constancy; he who is able to give much is able also to love much.