Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.