It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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.
We see not our own backs.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
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.