I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Each man is led by his own liking.
Learn all from one thing. -Ab uno disce omnes
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.
Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.