The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames
Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.
If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.
Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.