Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.