Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.

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

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.