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

Most wretched men are cradled to poetry by wrong: they learn in suffering what they teach in song

Now he is treading that dark road to the place from which they say no one has ever returned.

Most wretched men are cradled to poetry by wrong: they learn in suffering what they teach in song

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

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