It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

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

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

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

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

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.