Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.