I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.

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

The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

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

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

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