Let No One Weep For Me, Or

Don't Ask Of Your Friends What You Yourself Can Do.

How Can Life Be Worth Living, If Devoid Of The Calm Trust Reposed By Friend In Friend? What Sweeter Joy Than In The Kindred Soul, Whose Converse Differs Not From Self-communion?

Ennius Was The Father Of Roman Poetry, Because He First Introduced Into Latin The Greek Manner And In Particular The Hexameter Metre.

One Man Restored Our Fortunes By Delay. [by Skilfully Avoiding An Engagement, Fabius Exhausted The Resources Of The Enemy.]

Let No One Honour Me With Tears, Or Bury Me With Lamentation. Why? Because I Fly Hither And Thither, Living In The Mouths Of Me. [lat., Nemo Me Lacrymis Decoret, Nec Funera Fletu. Faxit Cur? Volito Vivu' Per Ora Virum.]