Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

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

I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

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