Are you still to learn that the end and perfection of our victories is to avoid the vices and infirmities of those whom we subdue?

Every light is not the sun.

I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well.

How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens.

I am dying with the help of too many physicians.

On their side more men are standing, on ours more will fight!

I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.