You have been trapped in the inescapable net of ruin by your own want of sense.
Obedience, you know, is Good Luck's mother, wedded to Salvation, they say.
Old men are always young enough to learn with profit.
Neither a life of anarchy nor a life under a despot should you praise. To all that lies in the middle has a god given excellence.
We must pronounce him fortunate who has ended his life in fair prosperity.
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn