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.

We see not our own backs.

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.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

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