No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
What cannot be said will be wept.
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!
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
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.