No craving void left aching in the soul.
Though triumphs were to generals only due, crowns were reserved to grace the soldiers too.
Such as are still observing upon others are like those who are always abroad at other men's houses, reforming everything there while their own runs to ruin.
Fickle Fortune reigns, and, undiscerning, scatters crowns and chains.
Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.
Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.