And forever, brother, hail and farewell! |
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so. |
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more. |
Give me a thousand kisses. |
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 |
I hate and love - wherefore I cannot tell, but by my tortures know the fact too well |
I must confess, mine eye and heart Dote less on Nature than on Art |
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness |
If a man can take pleasure in recalling the kindnesses he has done. |
It is difficult suddenly to put aside a long-standing love; it is difficult, but somehow you must do it. |
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion. |
Let us live my Lesbia, and love, and value at one farthing all the talk of crabbed old men |
Most wretched men are cradled to poetry by wrong: they learn in suffering what they teach in song |
My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight |
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. |