Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.

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!

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

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.