Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.

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.

Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces

Endure and save yourselves for happier times.

If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.

Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.

Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!