The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.