Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Veiling truth in mystery.
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.
Even virtue is fairer in a fair body.
From a single crime know the nation.
Learn all from one thing. -Ab uno disce omnes