These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.
They can do all because they think they can.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!
If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.
Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.