Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.
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.
Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely.
Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!