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.
Endure and save yourselves for happier times.
The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!
Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.
Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction