Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.
The love of glory gives an immense stimulus.
I am above being injured by fortune, though she steals away much, more will remain with me. The blessing I now enjoy transcend fear.
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
When the character's right, looks are a greater delight.
A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man sickens.