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

What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.

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

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

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

I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?

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