Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel we have come to our own home and rest on the couch we longed for? This it is which alone is worth all these toils.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.