But you shall not escape my iambics.

What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.

Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.