All we see and admire today will burn in the universal fire that ushers in a new, just, happy world.
Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.
We are taught for the schoolroom, not for life.
Light griefs do speak, while sorrow's tongue is bound.
Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all. It sets the slave at liberty, carries the banished man home, and places all mortals on the same level, insomuch that life itself were a punishment without it.
The gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena or essentially Too late.