I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est
Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.