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

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

Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?

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.

Never change when love has found its home.

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

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.