Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
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.
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
But you shall not escape my iambics.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel we have come to our own home and rest on the couch we longed for? This it is which alone is worth all these toils.
Godlike the man who
sits at her side, who
watches and catches
which (softly) tears me
to tatters: nothing is
left of me, each time
I see her...
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
We see not our own backs.
What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water.
[Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti,
In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]
Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured.
[Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.
I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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