Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely.

Even virtue is fairer in a fair body.

Who can blind lover's eyes?

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.

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.

You, Roman, remember to rule peoples with your power. -Tu regere imperio populos, Romane, memento

Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.