Every man makes a god of his own desire
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.
Time bears away all things.
I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
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.