Lady of Night, twy-horned, lover of nightlong revels, shine, O Moon, shine, darting through the latticed windows; shed thy splendour on golden Callistion; thine immortality may look down unchidden on the deeds of lovers; thou dost bless both her and me, I know, O Moon; for thy soul too was fired by Endymion.
XLI LOVE AND THE STARS PLATO
On the stars thou gazest, my Star; would I were heaven, that I might look on thee with many eyes.
XLII ROSE AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Would I were a pink rose, that fastening me with thine hands thou mightest grant me grace of thy snowy breast.
XLIII LILY THEOPHANES
Would I were a white lily, that fastening me with thine hands thou mightest satisfy me with the nearness of thy body.
XLIV LOVE AND SLEEP MELEAGER
Thou sleepest, Zenophile, dainty girl; would that I had come to thee now, a wingless sleep, upon thine eyelids, that not even he, even he who charms the eyes of Zeus, might come nigh thee, but myself had held thee, I thee alone.