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

To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.

What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.

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?