There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.
Who can blind lover's eyes?
I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.
Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Roman, remember that you shall rule the nations by your authority, for this is to be your skill, to make peace the custom, to spare the conquered, and to wage war until the haughty are brought low.