In recounting our woes, we often soothe them.

This dark brightness that falls from the stars.

Do your duty and leave the rest to heaven.

Those who resolve to conquer or die, are rarely conquered.

We triumph without glory when we conquer without danger.

It is only blood that can wash away such an outrage; die or kill.

It is a law, of the gods which is never broken, to sell somewhat dearly the great benefits which they confer on us.