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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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There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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Foolish Laugh One Liner
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
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
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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Live Myself Relationship Togetherness
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
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape 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
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
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
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
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine 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 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
My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

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