O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
None but himself can be his parallel.
If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.
Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.
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.
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.