The gladiator is formulating his plan in the arena or essentially Too late.
Whatever we give to the wretched, we lend to fortune.
Trifling trouble find utterance; deeply felt pangs are silent.
However wretched a fellow-mortal may be, he is still a member of our common species.
Let the man, who would be grateful, think of repaying a kindness, even while receiving it.
A foolishness is inflicted with a hatred of itself.