If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.
Trust one who has tried.
Fortunate is he whose mind has the power to probe the causes of things and trample underfoot all terrors and inexorable fate.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Facilis decensus averni. The descent into hell is easy.