Ἔρος δαὖτέ μ' ὀ λυσιμελης δόνει,
γλυκύπικρον ἀμάχανον ὄρπετον.
Now Love masters my limbs and shakes me, fatal creature, bitter-sweet.
Lo, Love once more, the limb-dissolving King,
The bitter-sweet impracticable thing,
Wild-beast-like rends me with fierce quivering.
J. Addington Symonds, 1883.
Compare—
O Love, Love, Love! O withering might!
Tennyson, Fatima.