Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
What cannot be said will be wept.