Even if my strength should fail, my daring will win me praise: in might enterprises even the will to succeed is enough.
Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
Fickleness has always befriended the beautiful.
Great is the height I just scale, but the prospect of glory gives me strength.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
And nobility will not be able to help you with your love; Love does not know how to cede to ancestral images.