Even in animals there exists the spirit of their sires.
What does drunkenness accomplish? It discloses secrets, it ratifies hopes, and urges even the unarmed to battle.
I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.
All men do not, in fine, admire or love the same thing.
The snow has at last melted, the fields regain their herbage, and the trees their leaves.
Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.