But you shall not escape my iambics.
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
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.
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.