Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.
Anyone who is an enemy of mine, let him love women, but let he who is my friend rejoice in men.
By gold all good faith has been banished; by gold our rights are abused; the law itself is influenced by gold, and soon there will be an end of every modest restraint.
I am climbing a difficult road; but the glory gives me strength.
Let each man pass his days in that wherein his skill is greatest.