Humility and resignation are our prime virtues.

Love is love's reward.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying. If all the world be worth the winning, Think, oh think it worth enjoying: Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee.

For they can conquer who believe they can.

He made all countries where he came his own.

Among our crimes oblivion may be set.

Fame then was cheap, and the first comer sped; And they have kept it since by being dead.