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But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
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
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 lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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Live Myself Relationship Togetherness
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
We see not our own backs.
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Back Mistake One Liner Ourselves
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
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
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
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
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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Chaste God Himself Poem Poet
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
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

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