But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.

The force of union conquers all.

Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.

Evil deeds do not prosper; the slow man catches up with the swift.

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

We cannot all hope to combine the pleasing qualities of good looks, brains, and eloquence.

His descent was like nightfall.