That Glittering Hope Is Immemorial And Beckons

Ten Soldiers Wisely Led Will Beat A Hundred Without A Head.

Let A Man Accept His Destiny, No Pity And No Tears.

It Is In Adversity That The Good Show Their Friendship Most Clearly; Prosperity Always Finds Friends.

To Die With Glory, If One Has To Die At All, Is Still, I Think, Pain For The Dier.

There Is Nothing More Hostile To A City That A Tyrant, Under Whom In The First And Chiefest Place, There Are Not Laws In Common, But One Man, Keeping The Law Himself To Himself, Has The Sway, And This Is No Longer Equal.