I Embrace My Rival, But Only To

I Am A Man, And Nothing That Concerns A Man Do I Deem A Matter Of Indifference To Me.

The Glory Of My Name Increases My Shame. Less Known By Mortals, I Could Better Escape Their Eyes.

It Is A Maxim Of Old That Among Themselves All Things Are Common To Friends.

The Quarrels Of Lovers Are The Renewal Of Love.

He Who Will Travel Far Spares His Steed.