At certain times, men regard poetry merely as a bright flame, but to women it was, and always will be, a warm fire.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!

I understand the phrase "Honor the Women" all too well: the poet has probably a wife of his own, but he prefers to honor another.

My anger thought you too ignoble for my love, and close examination finds you too magnificent, and only equals are joined together smoothly.

Gratitude is a fickle thing, indeed. A person taking aim presses the weapon to his chest and cheek, but when he hits, he discardsit with indifference.

I cannot be exacting because I respect myself.

Woman is the crown of all creation, but Man is the head who wears it, and even the servant is master in his house.