It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.
Be both a speaker of words and a doer of deeds.
There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
I don't know how much longer I can complain.
The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.