The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.

Fear reveals baseborn souls!

Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.

Want of pluck shows want of blood

Then endure for a while, and live for a happier day!

There's a snake lurking in the grass.

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