A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.
Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
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.
Each man is led by his own liking.
Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
You, Roman, remember to rule peoples with your power. -Tu regere imperio populos, Romane, memento