Talibus orabat dictis arasque tenebat, cum sic orsa loqui vates: sate sanguine divum, Tros Anchisiade, facilis descensus Averno: noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras, hoc opus, hic labor est.
In such words he prayed and clasped the altar, when thus the prophetess began to speak: Sprung from blood of gods, son of Trojan Anchises, easy is the descent to Avernus: night and day the door of gloomy Dis stands open; but to recall ones steps and pass out to the upper air, this is the task, this the toil!
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