He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.