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

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

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

We see not our own backs.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!