To have died once is enough.
If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.
Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.
Trust not too much to appearances
The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames
Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched