To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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.
Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!