[12] But with you it is not so: to you the night will be as the day; toil, your school has taught you, is the guide to happiness; hunger has been your daily condiment, and water you take to quench your thirst as the lion laps the stream.

And you have that within your hearts which is the rarest of all treasures and the most akin to war: of all sweet sounds the sweetest sound for you is the voice of fame.

You are fair Honour's suitors, and you must needs win your title to her favour.

Therefore you undergo toil and danger gladly.
[13] "Now if I said all this of you, and my heart were not in my words, I should but cheat myself.

For in so far as you should fail to fulfil my hopes of you, it is on me that the shame would fall.