Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction
May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.
Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.
It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.
Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.