Let each man have the wit to go his own way.
Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
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.
To each man at his birth nature has given some fault.
Let each man pass his days in that endeavor wherein his gift is greatest.