Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.