It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.
'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.
And now I'm using sarcasm, to confess the whole thing so later I could say I already told you.
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.