Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow. |
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die |
Death must be an Evil - and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever? |
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away |
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables. |
What is beautiful is good, and who is good will soon be beautiful. |
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly |
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly |
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me, and a trembling seizes me all over |