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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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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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Kiss Myself Relationship Romance
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
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Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Torment
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
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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Deserve Give Up Gratitude Thankful Thinking
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Book Little Myself One Liner
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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Live Myself Relationship Togetherness
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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Age Birth Birthday Cake Surprise Taste
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
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
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
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
Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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Gratitude Oneself Stop Thinking
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
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 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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