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I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

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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
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
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
We see not our own backs.
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Back Mistake One Liner Ourselves
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
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
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
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
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
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
My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
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
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

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

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