Non conosce la pace e non l'estima Chi provato non ha la guerra prima. - Ludovico Ariosto

From voice to voice, from one to other ear,
The loud proclaim they through the town declare.

The youth, who pants to gain the amorous prize,
Forgets that Heaven with all-discerning eyes
Surveys the secret heart; and when desire
Has, in possession, quenched its short-lived fire,
The devious winds aside each promise bear,
And scatter all his solemn vows in air!

[As] a man, whether he stay or flee,
Cannot evade his hour of destiny.