For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem