Let a man nobly live or nobly die.
There is no sense in crying over spilt milk. Why bewail what is done and cannot be recalled?
What greater ornament to a son than a father's glory, or to a father than a son's honorable conduct?
Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.
Pardon, and keep silent, for what is shameful for women must be concealed among women.
An enemy's gift is ruinous and no gift.