The flower and fruit of love are mine The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole

The boat that took my love away He sent again to me To tell me that he would not sleep Alone beneath the sea.

Why does my Muse only speak when she is unhappy? She does not, I only listen when I am unhappy.

No man has seen her, this pitiful ghost, And no woman either, but heard her at most, Sighing and tapping and sighing again, You have weaned me too soon, you mu…

Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashame…

Love: 'True love is quiescent, except in the nascent moments of true humility.'

Less than the dust beneath thy chariot wheel, Less than the rust that never stained thy sword,