Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade
Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.
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.
Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.