Your descendants shall gather your fruits.
Persistent work triumphs.
Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.
The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.
Age steals away all things, even the mind.
If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.