To Open His Lips Is Crime In

The Victor Is Not Victorious If The Vanquished Does Not Consider Himself So

Let No One Pay Me Honor With Tears, Nor Celebrate My Funeral Rites With Weeping.

Here Is He Laid To Whom For Daring Deed, Nor Friend Nor Foe Could Render Worthy Meed.

The Roman State Stands By Ancient Customs, And Its Manhood.

Whom Men Fear They Hate, And Whom They Hate, They Wish Dead.