Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is!"
"For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so."
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
"I hate and love. You may ask why I do so. I do not know, but I feel it and am in torment."
"Suns may set and rise again: for us, when our brief light has set, there's the sleep of one ever lasting night. Give me a thousand kisses."