That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.
Occupy yourself, and you will be out of harm's way.
I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy transcend fear.
My bark, once struck by the fury of the storm, dreads again to approach the place of danger.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.