The love of glory gives an immense stimulus.
Devouring Time and envious Age, all things yield to you; and with lingering death you destroy, step by step, with venomed tooth whatever you attack.
An injury may prove a blessing.
The spirited horse, which will try to win the race of its own accord, will run even faster if encouraged.
If you give up your quiet life, the bow of Cupid will lose its power.
There is no excellency without difficulty.