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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.

I shall never deny what you deserve, my queen,

never regret my memories of Dido, not while I

can recall myself and draw the breath of life.

How changed from what he once was!

Fear gave wings to his feet.

I have lived

and journeyed through the course assigned by fortune.

And now my Shade will pass, illustrious,

beneath the earth.

Amid the friendly silence of the peaceful moon.

Who could tell such things and still refrain from tears?

This man sold his country for gold.

Sorrow too deep to tell, your majesty,

You order me to feel and tell once more.

I sail for Italy not of my own free will.

The only hope for the doomed is no hope at all.

Rumor, swiftest of all the evils in the world.