Jacopo Sannazaro

He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes in the heart of a woman.

Envy, my son, wears herself away, and droops like a lamb under the influence of the evil eye.

Man is only miserable so far as he thinks himself so.

Most learned of the fair, most fair of the learned.

There is no evil in the world without a remedy.