It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

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!

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

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

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

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