Status Updates From Poems from the Greek Anthology

That I am mortal I know and do confess
My span of a day

And so your kisses turn out to be counterfeit coin:
Time's worn them down to the brass.

Love's thrice a robber, however you take it:
He's desperate,
sleepless
and he strips us naked.

O Evening Star how art thou fallen from Heaven

Is she lonely too? Is she dreaming of how I kissed her,
And in dreaming so, does she turn to kiss the dream of me?

'telling me my own dream.'

Struck still, still, by the fire that falls from heaven

Julianus Aegyptius:
I have sung this often,
Even in the grave will I shout it:
Drink: for you must put on thus mantle of dust.

Lucilius:
Lazy Marcus once dreamed he was running a race.
(N.B. He never went to bed again.)