I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble.
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking.
Veni, vidi, vici. I came, I saw, I conquered
Et tu, Brute. You also, Brutus.
Veni, vidi, vici.
[I came, I saw, I conquered]
Et tu, Brute.
[You also, Brutus.]
Would that the Roman people had a single neck [to cut off their head].
Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Et tu, Brute!