The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
But he whose inborn worth his acts commend, Of gentle soul, to human race a friend.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.
It is no bad thing to be a king-to see one's house enriched and one's authority enhanced.