Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!