Some barbarian is boasting about my shield, since I threw that fine armour beside a bush, though against my will. But I saved my life, so what does it matter? Let the shield go; I will soon get a better one.

But what life would there be, what joy, without golden Aphrodite? May I die when I be no more concerned with secret love and honey-sweet gifts and the bed, Such things as are the very flower of youth, a delight to men and women alike. But when dolorous Age comes, which makes a man both [...]

She enjoyed holding a branch of myrtle and flowering rose …and down her back and shoulders flowed her hair

The moon has set and the Pleiads; in the midde of the night the time flows: and I am alone in bed.

Some say an army of horsemen or footmen or rowers Is the most beautiful thing over the coal-black earth, But I say it is that thing, whatever it is, That one loves and desires. All easy it is to make this clear to anyone, For Helen, far surpassing all mortals in beauty, Leaving behind the [...]

Of the seven lying dead, whom we overtook on foot, we are the thousand slayers

Eros has hammered me and crushed me on his anvil, like a blacksmith and has plunged me in a winter torrent.