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.

Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.

Each man is led by his own liking.

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

I shudder when relating it.

Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.

Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.