Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.

To have died once is enough.

Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.

O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!

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.

The Britons are quite separated from all the world.

Is it then so sad a thing to die?