We see not our own backs.
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est