To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est
What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!