Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.
Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.