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

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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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Chaste God Himself Poem Poet
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
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
Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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Back Condition Constant Faults Help Hope Motivational One Liner Time Wallet
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.]
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Feeling Hate Myself Query Question Torture
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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Agony Feeling Hate Love Myself
We see not our own backs.
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Back Mistake One Liner Ourselves
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
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Aware Destruction Dream Habit Lost One Liner Truth Water Wine
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
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
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
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
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
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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Kiss Myself Relationship Romance

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