The Cadiz tribe, not used to bearing our yoke.
Who knows if the gods above will add tomorrow's span to this day's sum?
Enjoy thankfully any happy hour heaven may send you, nor think that your delights will keep till another year.
I strive to be brief, and become obscure.
Be this our wall of brass, to be conscious of having done no evil, and to grow pale at no accusation.
For, once begun, Your task is easy; half the work is done.