He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.