What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.
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.
They can do all because they think they can.
A fault is fostered by concealment.
Their rage supplies them with weapons.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.