O Death the Healer, scorn thou not, I pray, To come to me: of cureless ills thou art The one physician. Pain lays not its touch Upon a corpse.
Learning is ever in the freshness of its youth, even for the old.
Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.
In war the first casualty is the truth.
The best by far is to marry in one's own rank.
Mourn for me rather as living than as dead.