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

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.

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

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

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

But you shall not escape my iambics.

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.