To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est
Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!