Death must be an Evil - and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
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
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die
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