Stronger by weakness, wiser men become.
Gods, that never change their state, vary oft their love and hate.
Music so softens and disarms the mind That not an arrow does resistance find.
What use of oaths, of promise, or of test, where men regard no God but interest?
Under the tropic is our language spoke, And part of Flanders hath receiv'd our yoke.
That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.