No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.
How vain, without the merit, is the name.
Whoever obeys the gods, to him they particularly listen.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.