Riches are well, if gotten well and spent well.
The body of a dead enemy always smells sweet.
Dear me, I believe I am becoming a god. An emperor ought at least to die on his feet.
Dear me! I must be turning into a god.
Quell rebellion before it spreads.
It becomes an emperor to die standing.
Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning into a god.
It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e., "in harness"). [Lat., Decet imperatorem statem mori.]
