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.

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.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale

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

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