There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.