Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched
We are not all able to do all things.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.
Fury itself supplies arms.