"Gdzieśkolwiek jest, jeśliś jest, lituj mej żałości. A niemożeszli w onej dawnej swej całości, Pociesz mię, jako możesz, a staw się przedemną, Lubo snem, lubo cieniem, lub marą nikczemną."

"Kupićby cię mądrości za drogie pieniądze, Która (jeśli prawdziwie mienią) wszystkie żądze, Wszystkie ludzkie frasunki umiesz wykorzenić."

"Wielkieś mi uczyniła pustki w domu moim, Moja droga Orszulko, tym zniknienim swoim! Pełno nas, a jakoby nikogo nie było: Jedną maluczką duszą tak wiele ubyło."

"Wy, którzy pospolitą rzeczą władacie, A ludzką sprawiedliwość w ręku trzymacie, Wy mówię, którym ludzi paść poruczono I zwierzchności nad stadem bożem zwierzono, Miejcie to przed oczyma zawżdy swojemi, Żeście miejsce zasiedli boże na ziemi, Z którego macie nie tak swe własne rzeczy, Jako wszytek ludzki mieć rodzaj na pieczy. A wam więc nad mniejszymi zwierzchność jest dana: Ale i sami macie nad sobą pana, Któremu kiedyżkolwiek z spraw swych uczynić Poczet macie, trudnoż tam krzywemu wynidź. Nie bierze ten pan darów, ani się pyta; Jeśli kto chłop, czyli się grofem poczyta? W siermiędzeli go widzi, w złotychli głowach: Jeśli namniej przewinił, bydź mu w okowach. Więc ja podobno z mniejszem niebezpieczeństwem Grzeszę, bo sam się tracę swem wszeteczeństwem; Przełożonych występy miasta zgubiły I szerokie do gruntu carstwa zniszczyły."

"I write in the same fashion that I live: My rhymes are drunken, for I love to drink. I like a revel and I like a jest, Sometimes a woman: such things fill my verse. And why pretend? The priest who strives to teach Me moderation, hides a devil within."

"The serenity of our faces and the happiness of our hearts are the greatest testimony to the appearance of majesty. For there you have the most reliable witnesses of our sentiments. For that which is harbored in the heart shines forth as though through a window, and that which you cannot hear because of this speaker’s lack of eloquence can be perceived through comments from the populace and from the eyes of everyone here just as joy is palpable in the looks of those who are rejoicing. Thus it is that, since everyone is over. come with incredible joy, and you with your joyous gaze have brought kudos and felicity, all men think that this illustrious day should not only be marked, as they say with a white stone, but everyone thinks the day should be commemorated each year with solemn honors. For no matter how ignorant one may be by nature, is there anyone who would not embrace the memory of the queen of the Sarmatians? Who would not marvel at the greatness of her august and holy presence? Who would not worship and revere her as though she were a goddess?In order to respond to so many distinguished and renowned women, which I can do, I shall say that the saying "the fickle herd can feed on heavenly air" certainly can never be, since, while the divine beauty of your mind and body has slipped away from my heart and mind, the memory of your name will remain so deeply ingrained in everyone’s mind that no age will ever obliterate it.But to say something myself to celebrate the greatness of your fame, which has traveled to the ends of the earth while I have remained silent, I would gladly spend all the days of my life. Nor is there anything that could please me more or that I could hope for more than that, not because I think your name would be embellished by my work and industry, but so that in glorifying you I might hope that my life too might be consigned to immortality."

"Dum quasses aliena fulcra moechus, uxori propriae, Severe, parcis. Sic, cui cellula rumpitur Falerno, Vicina bibit Hodus e taberna."

"Tam doctus scribat cur nil Aurispa, requiris? Credatur multò doctus ut esse magis."

"Quid tibi cum claudo, dicebam, Prisca, marito? Optimus est claudus, Prisca, fututor, ait."

"Hic situs est Janus, patrium qui primus ad Histrum, duxit laurigeras, ex Helicone Deas. Hunc saltem titulum, Livor, permitte sepulto, invidiae non est in monumenta locus."

"In Fortunam Inveni portum spes et fortuna valete Nil mini vobiscum ludite nunc alios."

"I love the memory of Vinny Bourne. I think him a better Latin poet than Tibullus, Propertius, Ausonius, or any of the writers in his way, except Ovid, and not at all inferior to him."

"Vernantem in campum mecum descende, novique Videris, ut surgat primula, veris honos. Dum populus circum cantat pennatus, amori Quam mecum ad Tuedam lenta vacare potes!"

"Concursus spectat, plateaque negotia in omni, Omnia pro nugis at sapienter habet. Clamores, quos infra audit, si forsitan audit, Pro rebus nihili negligit, et crocitat."

"Ardua discenti nulla est, res nulla docenti Ardua; cum doceat fœmina, discat avis."

"Scribere fert animus multa et diversa, nec uno Gurgite versari semper; quo flamina ducent Ibimus, et nunc has, nunc illas nabimus undas; Ardua nunc ponti, nunc littora tuta petemus. Et quanquam interdum fretus ratione, latentes Naturæ tentabo vias, atque abdita pandam, Præcipuè tamen illa sequar quæcunque videntur Prodesse, ac sanctos mortalibus addere mores, Heu penitus (liceat verum mihi dicere) nostro Extinctos ævο."

"Et sumpto baculo, alterum illi dedi, inquiens, volo nunc pugnemus, uter nostrum femoralia ferre debet."

"(Nil tibi sit) cantare tui victricia Caesaris arma."

"Pergit opus Veneris variis disponere formis, Et docilem molli flectere ab arte natem, Dum quaesita Venus totis guttata medullis Perfluat, et dulci laxa labore cadat."

"Mitte peregrinis opplere coloribus ora. Nudus Amor nudae munera frontis amat."

"Quae mala sint hominum rebus tria maxima scire Quaeris? Habe paucis: femina, flamma, fretum."

"Mensura rebus est sua dulcibus. Ut quodque mentes suavius afficit, fastidium sic triste secum limite proximiore ducit."

"Quem Jupiter vult perdere, dementat prius."