Anyone who is an enemy of mine, let him love women, but let he who is my friend rejoice in men.
Every man now worships gold, all other reverence being done away.
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.
Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.
Love can be put off, never abandoned.
Let no one be willing to speak ill of the absent.
Let each man pass his days in that wherein his skill is greatest.
Among absent lovers, ardor always fares better.
Love never offers to anyone wings so easy that he does not hold him back with his other hand.
Although strength should fail, the effort will deserve praise. In great enterprises the attempt is enough.
Afflicted by love’s madness all are blind.
Not only the bull attacks his enemies with curved horn, but also the sheep, when harmed fights back.
Even a faithful mistress can be bent by constant threats.
No rival will steal away my sure love; that glory will be my gray hair.
Tell me who is able to keep his bed chaste, or which goddess is able to live with one god alone?