Time, nay, everyday makes us better, wiser, and firmer.
Hannibal, on the contrary, is in a foreign, a hostile land, amidst all hostile and disadvantageous circumstances, far from his home, far from his country; he has peace neither by land nor sea: no cities, no walls receive him: he sees nothing any where which he can call his own: he daily lives by plunder.

He has now scarcely a third part of that army which he conveyed across the Iberus.

Famine has destroyed more than the sword; nor have the few remaining a sufficient supply of provisions.

Do you doubt, therefore, whether by remaining quiet we shall not conquer him who is daily sinking into decrepitude?
who has neither provisions nor money?
How long before the walls of Geronium, a miserable fortress of Apulia, as if before the walls of Carthage--?
But not even in your presence will I boast.

See how Cneius Servilius and Atilius, the last consuls, fooled him.