« My friend, I have forgotten all that’s passed, / The passion of my youth was rather brief. / Don’t ask about the things that didn’t last, / Or how I felt in the times of joy or grief, / Or what I loved, on how I was betrayed. / I may not know true happiness today: / But...»
«Don’t covet goods of other beings — / My Goodness, You’ve commanded so; / The limits of my will You know — / Am I to manage tender feelings? / I wish not to offend my friend. / His village I do not desire, / And for his steer I don’t aspire, / I’m gazing at it all, content:...»
«Trapped behind bars, in dampness I dwell. / A young-hearted eagle brought up in a cell, / My dejected companion, under the frame, / Continues to peck at the red, bloody game, He pecks at it, flings it and then, looks outside, / As if we have reached a consensus by sight. / He summons me t...»
«Lisa is afraid to love. / Nonsense, — that is not her manner! / Careful — what if it’s a bluff / And perhaps this new Diana / Has repressed her passion’s call — / And with shameful, glowing eyes / Walks among us in disguise, / Looking just for whom to fall.»