What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.
How is it that the sky feeds the stars?
It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.
The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
For fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.