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.

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!

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

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.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.