I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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.
But you shall not escape my iambics.
Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus