Occupation: Poet Death: 54 Bc
Nothing is more silly than silly laughter..
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..
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?.
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 an….
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 oporte….
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?.
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….
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so..
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.
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky..
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem.
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream..
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..
Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale.
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh..
What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air..
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.].
My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight.
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony..