I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
Who can blind lover's eyes?
A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.
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.
Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
Roman, remember that you shall rule the nations by your authority, for this is to be your skill, to make peace the custom, to spare the conquered, and to wage war until the haughty are brought low.