Sometimes tooIt happens- and through no divinityNor arrows of Venus- that a sorry chitOf scanty grace will be beloved by man;For sometimes she herself by very deeds,By her complying ways, and tidy habits,Will easily accustom thee to passWith her thy life-time- and, moreover, lo,Long habitude can gender human love,Even as an object smitten o'er and o'erBy blows, however lightly, yet at lastIs overcome and wavers. Seest thou not,Besides, how drops of water falling downAgainst the stones at last bore through the stones?