"The moon has revealed her face, and opened her radiant wings, Borrow a soul and eyes from some one, if you have them not..."

"Hearken to the reed-flute, how it discourses When complaining of the pains of separation; 'Ever since they tore me from ..."

"The generous die but their kindness remains, O happy he who drove this chariot (of kindness), The unjust die and their i..."