Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.
Leave war to others; 'tis Protesilaus' part of love.
Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies.
Love is a thing full of anxious fears.
In an easy matter. Anybody can be eloquent.