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!

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.

There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.