Sparrow, darling of my girl With whom she is accustomed to play, whom she is accustomed to hold in her lap For whom she is accustomed to give her index finger And to provoke sharp bites When it is pleasing for my shining desire To make some kind of joke And a relief of her grief I believe, so that her heavy passion may become quiet If only I were...Learn More

To whom do I dedicate this charming slim volume Just now polished with dry pumice stone For you Cornelius, for you were accustomed to think That my nothings were something When already at the same time, you alone of Italians Dared to unfold the whole age in three scrolls, Learned, by Jupiter, and laborious For that reason have for yourself whatever...Learn More

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love And let us judge all of the rumors of the rather severe old men To be worth just one penny The suns are able to fall and rise When that brief light has fallen for us We must sleep a never ending night Give me a thousand kisses, then another hundred Then another thousand, then a second hundred Then yet another...Learn More