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.
Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.
Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.
I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
Trust one who has gone through it.
Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.