Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.