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

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.

My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

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

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

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.

For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.