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?
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.