These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.
The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.
What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.
Passion and strife bow down the mind