Of universe; not nothing to become;
For that can never cease that was before;
But not that sad Lucretius any more.
Cipr. Oh, were it not that sometimes through the dark,
That walls us all about, a random ray
Breaks in to tell one of a better day
Beyond—
Enter Lelio and Floro, as about to fight.
Lelio. Enough—these branches that exclude the sun
Defy all other inquisition.