No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
What cannot be said will be wept.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.