There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale

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

What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.

The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus