There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.