364 HELP HELP
Facilis descensus Averno est:
Noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis;
Sed revocare gradum, superasque evadere ad auras,
Hoc opus, hie labor est.
Easy is the descent to Lake Avernus (mouth of Hades); night and day the gate of gloomy Dis (god of Hades) is open; but to retrace one's steps, and escape to the upper air, this indeed is a task; this indeed is a toil.
Vergil—Æneid. VI. 26. ("Averni" in some editions.)
In the throat
Of Hell, before the very vestibule
Of opening Orcus, sit Remorse and Grief,
And pale Disease, and sad Old Age and Fear,
And Hunger that persuades to crime, and Want:
Forms terrible to see. Suffering and Death
Inhabit here, and Death's own brother Sleep;
And the mind's evil lusts and deadly War,
Lie at the threshold, and the iron beds
Of the Eumenides; and Discord wild
Her viper-locks with bloody fillets bound.
Vergil—MrM. Bk. VI. L. 336. C. P.
Cranch's trans.
In the deepest pits of 'Ell,
Where the worst defaulters dwell
(Charcoal devils used as fuel as you require 'em),
There's some lovely coloured rays,
Pyrotechnical displays,
But you can't expect the burning to admire 'em!
Edgar Wallace—Nature Fails. L' Envoi.
Die Helle ist mit Monchskappen, Pfaffenfalten, und Pickelhauben gepflastert.
Hell is paved with monks' cowls, priests'
drapery, and spike-helmets.
Wander traces the saying to 1605.
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| text = <poem>That's the greatest torture souls feel in hell,
In hell, that they must live, and cannot die.
John Webster—Duchess of Malfi. Act IV.
Sc. 1. L. 84.
HELP
To the man who himself strives earnestly,
God also lends a helping hand.
Æschylus—Persa. 742.
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| text = <poem>The foolish ofttimes teach the wise:
I strain too much this string of life, belike,
Meaning to make such music as shall save.
Mine eyes are dim now that they see the truth,
My strength is waned now that my need is most;
Would that I had such help as man must have,
For I shall die, whose life was all men's hope.
Edwin Arnold—Light of Asia. Bk. VI. L.
109.
He that wrestles with us strengthens our
nerves, and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist
is our helper.
Borke—Reflections on the Revolution in France.
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
| author = Byron
| work = Epistle to Augusta. No. 3. St. 3.
Ayude DioB con lo suyo a cada uno.
God helps everyone with what is his own.
| author = Cervantes
| work = Don Quixote.
| place = Pt. II. 26.
Heaven's help is better than early rising.
| author = Cervantes
| work = Don Quixote.
| place = Vol. III. Pt. II.
Ch. XXXIV.
If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Into his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
| author = Emily Dickinson
| work = Life.
Homo qui erranti comiter monstrat viam,
Quasi lumen de suo lumine accendit, facit:
Nihilominus ipsi luceat, cum illi accenderit.
He who civilly shows the way to one who has
missed it, is as one who has lighted another's
lamp from his own lamp; it none the less gives
light to himself when it burns for the other.
Ennuis. Quoted D3' Cicero. DeOfficiis. 1. 16.
God helps him who strives hard.
EuRn»n>ES—Eumenidce.
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| text = Turn, gentle Hermit of the Dale,
And guide my lonely way
To where yon taper cheers the vale
With hospitable ray.
| author = Goldsmith
| work = Vicar of Wakefield. The Hermit.
Ch. vni.
Light is the task when many share the toil.
Homer—Iliad. Bk. XII. L. 493.
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Nabis sine cortice.
You will swim without cork (without help).
Horace—Satires. Bk. I. 4. 120.
Make two grins grow where there was only a
grouch before.
Elbert Hubbard—Pig-Pen Pete. Why I Ride
Horseback.
Is not a patron, my lord, one who looks with
unconcern on a man struggling for life in the
water, and when he has reached ground encumbers him with help?
| author = Samuel Johnson
| work = Boswell's Life of Johnson.
(1754)
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| text = <poem>I want to help you to grow as beautiful as God
meant you to be when he thought of you first.
George MacDonald—The Marquis ofLossie.
Ch. XXII.
Aid the dawning, tongue and pen:
Aid it, hopes of honest men!
Charles Mackay—Clear the Way.
Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land?
All fear, none aid you, and few understand.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Man.
| place = Ep. IV. L. 264.
