Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
For love deceives the best of woman kind.
The single best augury is to fight for one's country.
The melancholy joys of evils pass'd, For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
Know from the bounteous heaven all riches flow.
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.