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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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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. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
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Agony Emotion Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Tear
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Aware Destruction Dream Habit Lost One Liner Truth Water Wine
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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Gratitude Oneself Stop Thinking
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
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Live Myself Relationship Togetherness
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
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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Agony Feeling Hate Love Myself
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Book Little Myself One Liner
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
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
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
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth

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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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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