Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms