In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

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

Persevere and preserve yourselves for better circumstances.

Is it then so sad a thing to die?

Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.

Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.

Each draws to his best-loved.