In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.

To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees