One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
Finding that the middle condition of life is by far the happiest, I look with little favor upon that of princes.
War is sweet to them that know it not.
May God grant me love for that which has splendor; but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.
For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.
Great deeds give choice of many tales. Choose a slight tale, enrich it large, and then let wise men listen