I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask.
I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.

I hate and love - wherefore I cannot tell, but by my tortures know the fact too well

soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.

I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness

It is difficult suddenly to put aside a long-standing love; it is difficult, but somehow you must do it.

Let us live my Lesbia, and love, and value at one farthing all the talk of crabbed old men