Calgacus, leader of the Britons, rallies his men for battle against Agricola:
“We, the last men on earth, the last of the free, have been shielded till today by the very remoteness and the seclusion for which we are famed. We have enjoyed the impressiveness of the unknown. But today the boundary of Britain is exposed; beyond us lies no nation, nothing but waves and rocks and the Romans, more deadly still than they, for you find in them an arrogance which no reasonable submission can elude.”
Tacitus remembering his father-in-law, Agricola:
“May we honour you in better ways – by our admiration, by our undying praise, even, if our powers permit, by following your example! That is true honour, the true affection of souls knit close to yours. … Not that I would place an absolute ban on likenesses of marble or of bronze. But the image of the human face, like that face itself, is feeble and perishable, whereas the essence of the soul is eternal, never to be caught and expressed by the material and skill of a stranger, but only by you in your own living.”