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

To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.

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

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

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!