If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.
The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.
He enters the port with a full sail.
She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.
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.
Facilis decensus averni. The descent into hell is easy.