Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
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.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.