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

But you shall not escape my iambics.

To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

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

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!