All else-valor, a good name, glory, everything in heaven and earth-is secondary to the charm of riches.

Dull winter will re-appear.

And take back ill-polished stanzas to the anvil.

It is a sweet and seemly thing to die for one's country.

Anger is a brief lunacy.

Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind.

A good scare is worth more than good advice.