Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees
I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars