They are able who think they are able.
Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.
Who asks whether the enemy was defeated by strategy or valor?
A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.
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.
The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.