Music is liquid architecture; Architecture is frozen music. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I feel I'm happily inspired now on Classical soil:
The Past and Present speak louder, more charmingly.
Here, as advised, I leaf through the works of the Ancients
With busy hands, and, each day, with fresh delight.
But at night Love keeps me busy another way:
I become half a scholar but twice as contented.
And am I not learning, studying the shape
Of her lovely breasts: her hips guiding my hand?

nothing puts me so completely out of patience
as the utterance of a wretched commonplace
when I am talking from my inmost heart.

The rich want good wine, the poor, plenty of wine.