Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
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.
O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.
Trust not too much to appearances