The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

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

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

We see not our own backs.

Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

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