The flocks fear the wolf, the crops the storm, and the trees the wind.

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.

Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.

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.

The medicine increases the disease.

In strife who inquires whether stratagem or courage was used?

The Britons are quite separated from all the world.