Poor is the triumph o'er the timid hare! Scared from the corn, and now to some lone seat Retired-

Crowned with the sickle, and the wheaten sheaf, While Autumn, nodding o'er the yellow plain, Comes jovial on.

For loveliness Needs not the foreign aid of ornament, But is when unadorned adorned the most.

An elegant sufficiency, content, Retirement, rural quiet, friendship, books.

One cannot think that blind bravery gives victory over the enemy.

Whither are we fleeing, my most valiant men? Do you not know that flight never leads to safety, but shows the folly of a useless effort? Let us return to our c…

My character and good name are in my own keeping. Life with disgrace is dreadful. A glorious death is to be envied.