Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.