The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.
It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.
Silver is of less value than gold, gold than virtue.
The body, enervated by the excesses of the preceding day, weighs down and prostates the mind also.
There is no retracing our steps.
He will be beloved when he is no more.