One man restored our fortunes by delay. [By skilfully avoiding an engagement, Fabius exhausted the resources of the enemy.]
The ape, vilest of beasts, how like to us.
I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.
The Roman state stands by ancient customs, and its manhood.
The victor is not victorious if the vanquished does not consider himself so
How can life be worth living, if devoid Of the calm trust reposed by friend in friend? What sweeter joy than in the kindred soul, Whose converse differs not from self-communion?