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For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.

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Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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Age Birth Birthday Cake Surprise Taste
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.
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Agony Emotion Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Tear
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Aware Destruction Dream Habit Lost One Liner Truth Water Wine
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.
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Civil Culture Greatness Imagination Misfortune People Power Religious Ruler
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.]
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Fond Lover Swift Water Women Writing
For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
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Chaste God Himself Poem Poet
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
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Desire Difficult Hard Time Love Relationship
My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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Gratitude Oneself Stop Thinking
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
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Angry Favor God Right Wild Wrong
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Book Little Myself One Liner
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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Calm Heat Rage Restore Sky Spring
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 lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
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Chaste Herself Lost Maid Sex Women

For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.

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