Let Us Love Winter, For It Is

Perugia Is My True Fatherland Because There I Grew To Manhood.

With A Goose-quill And A Few Sheets Of Paper, I Mock Myself Of The Universe. They Say I Am The Son Of A Courtesan; It May Be So, But I Have The Heart Of A King. I Live Free, I Enjoy Myself, I Can Call Myself Happy.

I Keep My Friends As Misers Do Their Treasure, Because, Of All The Things Granted Us By Wisdom, None Is Greater Or Better Than Friendship.

Let Us Love Winter, For It Is The Spring Of Genius.

I Am, Indeed, A King, Because I Know How To Rule Myself.