Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.

Love conquers all things.

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.