Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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.
But you shall not escape my iambics.
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem