There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!