All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.