Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

What is life without the joy of Love?

No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

Not even the gods fight against necessity.

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

An Argument needs no reason; Nor any friendship.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.

If you are squeamish Don't prod the beach rubble.

Contests allow no excuses, no more do friendships.

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

Man's strength is but little, and futile his concerns.

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

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

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.

Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart

There's no joy even in beautiful Wisdom, unless one have holy Health.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.

When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

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

Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.

He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.

Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?

The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.

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

Of earth's goods, the best is a good wife; a bad, the bitterest curse of human life.

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

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

Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.

A man gains no possession better than a good woman, nothing more horrible than a bad one.

We did not flinch but gave our lives to save Greece when her fate hung on a razor's edge.

Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.

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

I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.

It is hard to be truly excellent, four-square in hand and foot and mind, formed without blemish.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.

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