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

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.

What cannot be said will be wept.

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

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

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.

Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.