Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.
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.
Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
Fame due to the achievements of the mind never perishes.