Truth hates delay. (Veritas odit moras.)
Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money.
Count no mortal fortunate till he has departed this life free from pain.
War loves to seek its victims in the young.
If to some my tale seems foolishness I am content that such could count me fool.
Desire looks clear from the eyes of a lovely bride: power as strong as the founded world