Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.