The medicine increases the disease.
Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
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.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.
To have died once is enough.