A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.

I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.

Man looks aloft, and with erected eyes Beholds his hereditary skies.

Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.

Time is the devourer of all things.

Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.

All things change, nothing is extinguished. There is nothing in the whole world which is permanent. Everything flows onward; all things are brought into being with a changing nature; the ages themselves glide by in constant movement.