In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.