Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

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.