"Fortune, it is you that I follow. Away with bargaining! We have put our trust in fate. We must proceed with war as the judge." Then he pressed straight on at the head of his men through the darkness of the night, swifter than the bullet from a Balearic sling or a Parthian’s parting arrow; and, full of menace, moved on nearby Ariminum. Leaving only the morning star behind, the stars fled before the fires of the sun, and the day broke that was to see the first upheavals of the war.
Lucan.
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