My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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.