If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.
That which an enraged woman can accomplish.
From my example learn to be just, and not to despise the gods.
He enters the port with a full sail.
I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.
Learn all from one thing. -Ab uno disce omnes