Always in absent lovers love's tide flows stronger.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
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.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.
Something greater than the Iliad now springs to birth -Nescio quid maius nascitur Iliade
Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.