How should a man be capable of grooming his own horse, or of furbishing his own spear and helmet, if he allows himself to become unaccustomed to tending even his own person, which is his most treasured belonging?
A tomb now suffices him for whom the whole world was not sufficient.
Shall I, that have destroyed my Preservers, return home?
How happy had it been for me had I been slain in the battle. It had been far more noble to have died the victim of the enemy than fall a sacrifice to the rage of my friends.
I am dying from the treatment of too many physicians.
Oh! Most miserable wretch that I am! Why have I not learnt how to swim?
