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.
The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
A fault is fostered by concealment.
If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.
In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?
Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.