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

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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
What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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Lover Myself Running Water Women Writing
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Aware Destruction Dream Habit Lost One Liner Truth Water Wine
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
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
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
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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Access Clean Love Myself Sing Writing Youth
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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Laughter One Liner Silly
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
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
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Book Little Myself One Liner
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
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

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