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

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

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.

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

We see not our own backs.

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!