Femina è cosa garrula e fallace: Vuole e disvuole; è folle uom che sen fida. - Torquato Tasso

Chi la pace non vuol, la guerra s' abbia.

The world grows old,
and growing old, withers away.

Now spread the night her spangled canopy,
And summoned every restless eye to sleep;
On beds of tender grass the beasts down lie,
The fishes slumbered in the silent deep,
Unheard were serpent's hiss and dragon's cry,
Birds left to sing, and Philomen to weep,
Only that noise heaven's rolling circles kest,
Sung lullaby to bring the world to rest.