Love is a kind of warfare.
Yield to him who opposes you; by yielding you conquer.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
Everything changes, nothing is lost.
That fair face will as years roll on lose its beauty, and old age will bring its wrinkles to the brow.
Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!