Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.
In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.
Is it then so sad a thing to die?
Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!
He is fortunate who had been able to learn the causes of things. -Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas
Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.