Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?

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.

Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale

For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.

We see not our own backs.