Time is a stream which glides smoothly on and is past before we know.
My intention is to tell of bodies changed into new forms.
Quarrels are the dowry which married folk bring one another.
That's one of the greatest curses ever inflicted on the human race, memory.
It's useful that there should be Gods, so let's believe there are.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.