Or why have kitchen-things to cook his meat,
To give withal his squeamish stomach zest?
The warrior, who descends to such a treat,
Will hardly bear his buckler on the breast;
For me all sweets and dainties I disdain,
While in Numantia lives one son of Spain.
Let not, my men, this stern and just decree
Of mine appear to you as harshly meant;
For in the end its profit ye will see
When ye have followed it with good intent.