I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
We see not our own backs.
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water.[Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti,In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosumIllue unde negant redire quemquam.]
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.