"Fashion me with a palsied hand,
weak of foot and cripple.
Build upon me a crook-backed hump,
Shake my teeth until they rattle.
All is well if my life remains.
Save, oh, save it, I pray you,
Though I sit on the piercing cross." - Seneca
"How grievous a thing it is to be disgraced by a public court; how grievous to suffer a fine, how grievous to suffer banishment; and yet in the midst of any such disaster we retain some degree of liberty. Even if we are threatened with death, we may die free men. But the executioner, the veiling of the head and the very word 'cross' should be far removed not only from the person of a Roman citizen but from his thoughts, his eyes and his ears. For it is not only the actual occurrence of these things or the endurance of them, but liability to them, the expectation, indeed the very mention of them, that is unworthy of a Roman citizen and a free man." - Cicero
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