Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.