There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

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

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

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

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

We see not our own backs.