Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.