When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.

How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away

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

Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.

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