Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.

The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.