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.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.