My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
CATULLUSWho 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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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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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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It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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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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I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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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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The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
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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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I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
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We see not our own backs.
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