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There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.

Catullus

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
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
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Lover Relationship Water Woman Writing
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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Laughter One Liner Silly
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
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Fond Promise Stream Vow Woman
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
We see not our own backs.
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Back Mistake One Liner Ourselves
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
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.]
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Darkness Path Return Travel
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, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
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Love Low Mindset Stop Women Wreck Yourself
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 see her.
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Admire Herself Man Myself Relationship Side Time
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
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
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
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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Age Birth Birthday Cake Surprise Taste
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
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

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.

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