Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
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!
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.