Desire Is Poison At Lunch And Wormwood

I Am A Free Man. I Do Not Need To Copy Petrarca Or Boccaccio. My Own Genius Is Enough. Let Others Worry Themselves About Style, And So Cease To Be Themselves. Without A Master, Without A Model, Without A Guide, I Go To Work And Earn My Living, My Well-being And My Fame.

Even When I'm Railed At, I Get My Quota Of Renown.

Why Should I Be Ashamed To Describe What Nature Was Not Ashamed To Create?

We Are The Buffoons Of Our Children.

Perfumed And Gallant Words Make Our Ears Belch.