Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
Night reigned: all through the world tied bodies were harvesting tranquil slumber.
Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.
The seeds of life – fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies’ ills or dulled by earthly limbs and flesh that’s born for death.
As a twig is bent the tree inclines.
Turnus was distraught with love and fixed his eyes on Lavinia.
Rumor starts as a timid thing, But soon it covers the earth, and its voices ring, While its feet walk the ground and its head is above the clouds.
Omnia vincit amor.
Ponto nox incubat atra.
I dragged on my ruined life in darkness and grief, wrathful in my heart...
Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes.
Yo temo al Griego, aunque presente dones.
What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love?
Durate, et vosmet rebus servate secundis.
Fortune favors those who dare.
Furens quid femina possit.
Through chances various, through all vicissitudes, we make our way...
Una salus uictis nullam sperare salutem.
Though far away, I will chase you with murky brands and, when chill death has severed soul and body, everywhere my shade shall haunt you.
To what crime do you not drive the hearts of men, accursed hunger for gold?
Dux femina facit.