Whatever I have bidden him do, he has always done it, and at the top of his speed.

He has made all the petty captains under him the very models of industry; he shows them, not by word but deed, what they ought to be." [31] "And so," said another, "for all these virtues you give him, I take it, the kiss of kinship ?" But the ugly lad broke out: "Not he! He has no great love for work.

And to kiss me, if it came to that, would mean more effort than all his exercises." [C.3] So the hours passed in the general's tent, from grave to gay, until at last the third libation was poured out, and the company bent in prayer to the gods--"Grant us all that is good"-- and so broke up, and went away to sleep.
But the next day Cyrus assembled the soldiers in full conclave, and spoke to them: [2] "My men," he said, "my friends, the day of struggle is at hand, and the enemy are near.

The prizes of victory, if victory is to be ours--and we must believe it will be ours, we must make it ours--the prizes of victory will be nothing short of the enemy himself and all that he possesses.

And if the victory should be his, then, in like manner, all the goods of the vanquished must lie at the victor's feet.