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Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus

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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. 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
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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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
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. 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
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth
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
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
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
Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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Age Birth Birthday Cake Surprise Taste
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Aware Destruction Dream Habit Lost One Liner Truth Water Wine
We see not our own backs.
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Back Mistake One Liner Ourselves
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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Live Myself Relationship Togetherness
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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Laughter One Liner Silly
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
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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Foolish Laugh One Liner
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 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
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
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Book Little Myself One Liner
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
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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Gratitude Oneself Stop Thinking
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

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus

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