I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
But you shall not escape my iambics.
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.