Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

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!

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

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

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

I know not what to do, my mind is divided