Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.
Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
I know not what to do, my mind is divided