Let the creative art breathe life, and the bard furnish spirit;
But the soul is expressed by Polyhymnia alone.
TO THE POET.
Let thy speech be to thee what the body is to the loving;
Beings it only can part,—beings it only can join.
LANGUAGE.
Why can the living spirit be never seen by the spirit?
Soon as the soul 'gins to speak, then can the soul speak no more!
THE MASTER.
Other masters one always can tell by the words that they utter;
That which he wisely omits shows me the master of style.
THE GIRDLE.
Aphrodite preserves her beauty concealed by her girdle;
That which lends her her charms is what she covers—her shame.