To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars