I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

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?

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

We see not our own backs.