"I want to tell you something but good taste. Restrains me."

"Sweet mother, I truly cannot weave my web; for I am o'erwhelmed through Aphrodite with love of a slender youth."

"You burn me."

"Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done."

"My tongue is broken, a subtle fire runs beneath my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears hum, cold sweat pours down me, a trembling seizes all my body, and I am greener than grass."