I am Roman, alas, because Horace is Roman.
I am young, it is true; but in noble souls valor does not wait for years.
Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am.
Heaven often regulates effects by their causes, and pays the wicked what they have deserved.
Treachery is noble when aimed at tyranny.
I don't know how to defend myself: surprised innocence cannot imagine being under suspicion.