I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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.
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery