Virgil

Time bears away all things, even our minds.

Galatea aims an apple at me, naughty girl,

And flees into the willows—and wants to be seen first.

Well, I grudge you not – rather I marvel.

Begin, baby boy, to recognize your mother with a smile.

Even the gods have dwelt in the woods.

What madness has seized you?

Every field, every tree is now budding; now the woods are green, now the year is at its loveliest.

Look over there—smoke rises already from the rooftops

And longer fall the shadows cast by the mountain heights.

Fierce lioness goes after wolf, wolf after goat,

The wanton goat goes after the flowering clover, and I

Go after you, Alexis—each towed by his own fancy.

The great line of the centuries begins anew.

Thus I knew puppies were like dogs, and kids like their dams; thus I used to compare great things with small.

Love conquers all; let us, too, yield to Love!