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

Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!

Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus

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.

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

We see not our own backs.