“Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….”
“Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.”
“Eros once again limb-loosener whirls me sweetbitter, impossible to fight off, creature stealing up...I don't know what I should do: two states of mind in me...”
“Relaxing me from head to feetLove masters me, the bitter sweetO'er thy limbs breathing;Yea, Eros now, the god born blindSweeps my soul like the mountain windThrough the oaks seething.”
“All of earth's creatures have, hidden within their beings, a wild uncontrollable urge to punt!”
“I stopped being half-witted and became sly whenever I took the trouble.”