«Dolce amica, non credo alle tue / parole, ai tuoi sensi, ai tuoi occhi / e neppure a me stesso, soltanto credo / alle stelle che splendono in alto. Per un sentiero làtteo le stelle / mi mandano sogni infallibili / e nel deserto sconfinato allevano / per me fiori celesti. E in quell’...»
«The crimson summer now grows pale; / Clear, bright days now soar away; / Hazy mist spreads through the vale, / As the sleeping night turns gray; / The barren cornfields lose their gold; / The lively stream has now turned cold; / The curly woods are gray and stark, / And the heavens hav...»
«I’m not that lover, filled with passion, — / That youth, who left the world amazed: / Alas, my spring and summer passed now, / And didn’t leave a single trace. / Cupid, the god of youth and love and virtue! / I used to be your steadfast servant; / Oh, if I could be reborn, — I...»
«— What’s new? “I tell you, nothing whatsoever.” / — Don’t fool with me: you’re hiding it, I know. / Oh, don’t you feel ashamed? you think you’re clever / To hide the news from me like from a foe? / Oh, tell me, brother, why? Inform me, I insist! / Don’t be so stubborn, ...»