I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?

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

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

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

But you shall not escape my iambics.

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

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