Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel we have come to our own home and rest on the couch we longed for? This it is which alone is worth all these toils.

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

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

Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.