Died some, pro patria, / non ‘dulce’ non ‘et decor’… / walked eye-deep in hell / believing in old men's lies, the unbelieving / came home, home to a lie

The milk-white girls / Unbend from the holly-trees, / And their snow-white leopard / Watches to follow our trace.

Great Zeus, save the woman, or she will sit before your feet in a veil, and tell out the long list of her troubles.

Glory to Zeus' aegis-day.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, / When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, / So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, / O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.

You were gone up as a rocket, bending your passages from right to left and from left to right. In the flat projection of a spiral.

Aries greatly altered I have seen the ruined dorata.

Under the cabin roof was one lantern. The reeds are heavy; bent; and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

For ignorance, its growth and its protection.

Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are. Come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no friends, And we have friends and no butlers.