If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.
I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.
There's a snake lurking in the grass.
Each man is led by his own liking.
He enters the port with a full sail.
In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.