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

Never change when love has found its home.

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.

If you see anything, always deny that you've seen; or if perchance something pains you, deny that you're hurt.

Let each man have the wit to go his own way.

And nobility will not be able to help you with your love; Love does not know how to cede to ancestral images.

Afflicted by love's madness all are blind.