There's a snake lurking in the grass.
The accursed hunger for gold.
Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.
None but himself can be his parallel.
Each man is led by his own liking.
All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.