Make room, Roman writers, make room for Greek writers; something greater than the Iliad is born.
There is something beyond the grave; death does not end all, and the pale ghost escapes from the vanquished pyre.
Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
Beauty is fading, nor is fortune stable; sooner or later death comes to all.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
Fame due to the achievements of the mind never perishes.