Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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.
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.
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
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 up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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.
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.]
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.]
We see not our own backs.
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
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.]
Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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