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

Faith is not sure, if you cannot turn love to quarrel; may my enemies obtain a mild mistress.

There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.

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

Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.

That death is best which comes appropriately at a ripe age.

Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.