LXX My lover smiled, “O friend, ask not
LXXI Ye who have the stable world
LXXII I heard the gods reply
LXXIII The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough
LXXIV If death be good
LXXV Tell me what this life means
LXXVI Ye have heard how Marsyas
LXXVII Hour by hour I sit
LXXVIII Once in the shining street
LXXIX How strange is love, O my lover