Seneca: But honor, wifely faith, and modesty—
These should the husband seek, for these alone,
The priceless treasures of the heart and soul,
Remain perpetual; but beauty's flower
Doth fade and languish with each passing day.550
Nero: On her has heaven all its charms bestowed,
And fate has given her from her birth to me.
Seneca: But love will fail; do not too rashly trust.
Nero: Shall he give way, that tyrant of the skies,
Whom Jove, the Thunderer, cannot remove,