"Gutta cavat lapidem." (Dripping water carves a stone.)
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves.
There is no small pleasure in pure water.
Dripping water hollows out a stone
By constant dripping, water hollows stone, A signet-ring from use alone grows thin, And the curved plowshare by soft earth is worn.
If you would conquer Love, he must be fought At his first onslaught; sprinkle but a drop Of water, the new-kindled flame expires.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
What is harder than stone? What more soft than water? Nevertheless hard though the rock be, it is hollowed by the wave.
In sweet water there is a pleasure ungrudged by anyone.
