What cannot be said will be wept.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees