Caelius is crazy for Aufillenus, Quintius for Aufillena,
The flowers of Verona’s youth,
The brother one, his sister the other.
Which is what they call a truly sweet fraternity.
Whom am I to back of the two? Caelius, you.
For your friendship alone saw me through the fire
When the mad flames of passion burned me to the marrow.
May you be happy, Caelius, and a master of love.