The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars

The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

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.

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.

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!

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

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.