Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.

Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.

May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.