If you wish me to weep, you yourself must first feel grief.
That destructive siren, sloth, is ever to be avoided.
Let us both small and great push forward in this work, in this pursuit, if to our country, if to ourselves we would live dear.
Pale death with an impartial foot knocks at the hovels of the poor and the palaces of king.
All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.
It is no easy matter to say commonplace things in an original way.