None but himself can be his parallel.
The accursed hunger for gold.
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Live on in your blessings, your destiny's been won. But ours calls us on from one ordeal to the next.
Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.
No day shall erase you from the memory of time