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

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!

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.

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

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.