Quarrels are the dowry which married folk bring one another.
Love is born of idleness and, once born, by idleness is fostered.
Beauty- it was a favor bestowed by the gods.
Nations and empires flourish and decay, By turns command, and in their turns obey.
Everything comes gradually and at its appointed hour.
"Gutta cavat lapidem." (Dripping water carves a stone.)