Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.