Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?
I can't live without you or with you.
A pleasing countenance is no light advantage.
If he should love deny him what he loves!
The love of glory gives an immense stimulus.
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.