Violence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

Falling drops will at last wear away stone.

You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.

Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?

When the supreme violence of a furious wind upon the sea sweeps over the waters the chief admiral of a fleet along with his mighty legions, does he not crave the gods' peace with vows and in his panic seek with prayers the peace of the winds and favouring breezes. Nonetheless, he is caught up in the furious hurricane and driven upon the shoals of death.