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Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.

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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
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
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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Kiss Myself Relationship Romance
My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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Laughter One Liner Silly
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
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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Foolish Laugh One Liner
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 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
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
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
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
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
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth

Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.

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