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

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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
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
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
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
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
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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Laughter One Liner Silly
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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Age Birth Birthday Cake Surprise Taste
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
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
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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Foolish Laugh One Liner
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
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
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
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth
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
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

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

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