Translation: Free is the vote, the right inviolate, But victory falls to him whose aim is straight. - Francesco Dall'Ongaro

Translation: Never’s a word, sir, that is lightning-paced,
By one day noted, by the next erased.

Lenta germoglia e lenta si matura
La rovere del bosco, e a lungo dura.
II vento la disfronda e la flagella:
Ma il vento passa e lei si rinnovella.

Translation: Poor is he who in traitor doth confide :
Never shall snow-clad land good grain provide.
Poor she who in deserter faith doth show :
Never shall flowers on withered branches grow.