I would kiss you, Philly, but know not where to place my kiss first, upon your lips or upon your eyes. Let lips yield to you, heavenly orbs, faithful mirrors of the heart, love’s living stars.

Ah, yet I turn to you, pearls and rubies, beauty’s treasure, fountain of sweetness, lips, the glory of a lovely face: from eyes tears are born, lips confer me a smile.

"For you alone, lovely Eurydice, .."

"Your beloved wife is dead"

"oh, woe is me..."

"She expired in these arms and I was left with my heart bursting with pity and horror"