• That idol, black eyes and yellow mop, without parents or court ...
• Gracious son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned with flowerets ...
• When the world is reduced to a single dark wood for our four ...

• Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet ...
• Hadn't I once a youth that was lovely, heroic, fabulous ...
• Autumn already! - But why regret the everlasting sun if we are ...