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Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC)The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...Virgil
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Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?Virgil
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Death's brother, sleep.Virgil
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Facilis descensus Averno:Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras, Hoc opus, hic labor est.( 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 task and mighty labor lies.)Virgil
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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.Virgil
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What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.Virgil
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...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.Virgil
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..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...Virgil
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The seeds of life - fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by the bodies' ills or dulled by limbs and flesh that's born for death. That is the source of all men's fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heaven's light, shut up in the body's tomb, a prison dark and deep.Virgil