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.

Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.

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.

Better times perhaps await us who are now wretched

We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.

If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.

A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.