230 Quotes About Willis-barnstone

Really, if you are my friend,chose a younger bed.I cannot bear to live with youwhen I am the older.

All wouldsaythat my tonguetells talesand for a greaterman

Sweet mother, now I cannot work the loom.Sleek Afroditi broke me with longing for a boy.

To me he seems equal to gods,the man who sits facing youand hears you near as you speaksoftly and laughin a sweet echo that joltsthe heart in my ribs. Nowwhen I look at you a momentmy voice is emptyand can say nothing as my tonguecracks and slender fire racesunder my skin. My eyes are deadto light, my earspound, and sweat pours over me.I convulse, greener than grassand feel my mind slip as I goclose to deathYet I must suffer, even poor

The moon has set andthe Pleiades. Middleof the night, time spinsaway and I lie alone.

You came and I went mad about you.You cooled my mind burning with longing.

A man who is beautiful is beautiful to seebut a good man at once takes on beauty.

I loved you Atthis once long ago.You seemed to me a little child and graceless.

Eros loosener of limbs once again trembles me,a sweetbitter beast irrepressibly creeping in