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

Allow me, whom Fortune always desires to bury, lay down my life in these final trivialities. Many have freely died in longlasting loves, among whose number may the earth cover me as well.

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

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

Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.

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

Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade