Fortune sides with he who dares
Fear reveals baseborn souls!
The noblest motive is the public good.
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.
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction