"All the princes and their people," he says, "are anxious about its issue, especially those between the Alps and the ocean, who take arms at the crash of the neighbouring tumult; whilst you alone go to sleep amidst the clouds of the coming storm.

To say the truth, if there was nothing more than shame to awaken you, it ought to rouse you from this lethargy.

I had thought you," he continues, "a man desirous of glory.

You are young and in the strength of life.

What, then, in the name of God, keeps you inactive?
Do you fear fatigue?
Remember what Sallust says--'Idle enjoyments were made for women, fatigue was made for men.' Do you fear death?
Death is the last debt we owe to nature, and man ought not to fear it; certainly he ought not to fear it more than sleep and sluggishness.