To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
Will cast the spear and leave the rest to Jove.
If any man obeys the gods, they listen to him also.
And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.