Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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.
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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.