To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?

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

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus