Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful..

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony..

The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods..

So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither….

Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful..

Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!.

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.].

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..

But you shall not escape my iambics..

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all..

Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I se….

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion..

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more..

We see not our own backs..

What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air..

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!.

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 ….

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh..

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est.

My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight.

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented..