Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,- Such men as live in these degenerate days.
A sympathetic friend can be quite as dear as a brother.
His descent was like nightfall.
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!
[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.