Natura il fece, e poi roppe la stampa. — Ludovico Ariosto

Of ladies, knights, of passions and of wars,

of courtliness, and of valiant deeds I sing.

What a man sees, Love can make invisible—and what is invisible, that can Love make him see.

The higher up on Fortune's wheel you see

A wretch ascend, the sooner he will fall,

And where his head is now, his feet will be.