I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est