Riches are well, if gotten well and spent well..

Dear me! I must be turning into a god..

Quell rebellion before it spreads..

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..

It becomes an emperor to die standing (i.e., "in harness"). [Lat., Decet imperatorem statem mori.].

Woe is me. Me thinks I'm turning into a god..

It becomes an emperor to die standing..