I warn the marauder dragging plunder, chaotic, rich beyond all rights: he'll strike his sails, harried at long last, stunned when the squalls of torment break his spars to bits.

Success is man's god.

For children preserve the fame of a man after his death.

In war the first casualty is the truth.

Be it mine to draw from wisdom's fount, pure as it flows, that calm of soul which virtue only knows.

The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.

The best by far is to marry in one's own rank.