I know not what to do, my mind is divided
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.