Thus shall you go to the stars.
Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Every man makes a god of his own desire
He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.