Este procul, lites et amarae proeli

Este procul, lites et amarae proelia linguae:
Dulcibus est verbis mollis alendus amor.
Lite fugent nuptaeque viros nuptasque mariti,
Inque vicem credant res sibi semper agi;
Hoc decet uxores; dos est uxoria lites: 155
Audiat optatos semper amica sonos.
Non legis iussu lectum venistis in unum:
Fungitur in vobis munere legis amor.
Blanditias molles auremque iuvantia verba
Adfer, ut adventu laeta sit illa tuo. 160
Non ego divitibus venio praeceptor amandi:
Nil opus est illi, qui dabit, arte mea;
Secum habet ingenium, qui, cum libet, 'accipe' dicit;
Cedimus: inventis plus placet ille meis.
Pauperibus vates ego sum, quia pauper amavi; 165
Cum dare non possem munera, verba dabam.
Pauper amet caute: timeat maledicere pauper,
Multaque divitibus non patienda ferat.
Me memini iratum dominae turbasse capillos:
Haec mihi quam multos abstulit ira dies! 170
Nec puto, nec sensi tunicam laniasse; sed ipsa
Dixerat, et pretio est illa redempta meo.
At vos, si sapitis, vestri peccata magistri
Effugite, et culpae damna timete meae.
Proelia cum Parthis, cum culta pax sit amica, 175
Et iocus, et causas quicquid amoris habet.

Resultaten (Engels) 1:

Far away from here with disputes and the battle of bitter tongues:
sweet love must feed on gentle words.
Lite Let married men and married women be checked by rebuffs,
and think in turn things always are against them;
This is fitting for wives; The dowry is the wife is quarreling: 155
your mistress ever hear cooing.
Not by the law by the order of his bed, to come together in the same place:
in your rules of the law of love.
Bring soft blandishments and words that soothe
the ear, that that your arrival makes her glad. 160
It is not I that are rich! I come to love:
to him it is no need, who will give of my art;
He has genius, who, when he pleases, 'take' he says;
I allow it: my devices is more pleasing to my works.
I am the poet of the poor, because he is poor when I loved: 165
When I could not give a present, gave them words.
But the poor must love warily: the poor fear to speak,
and many things the rich would not be suffered by he takes it.
I remember how angry my lady's hair:
This is how many days that anger cost me! 170
I do not think, and I tore her dress; But she was herself
had said, and my reward was to replace it.
But you, if you're wise, avoid your teacher
's errors, and fear the harm that the sin of my soul.
He joined battle with the Parthians, peace with a civilized friend, 175
and mirth and whatever is the cause of his love.