What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.
O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.
They are able who think they are able.
If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.