Calumny ever pursues the great, even as the winds hurl themselves on high places.
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
A light breath fans the flame, a violent gust extinguishes it.
It is a kingly act to help the fallen.
We must improve our time; time goes with rapid foot.
We have ploughed the vast ocean in a fragile bark.