“...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.”
“But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling--no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.”
“Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo - If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.”
“Will Mars be always in your windy tongue and in your flying feet?”
“Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.”
“Optima dies...prima fugit (The best days are the first to flee)”