Virgil Quotations | Page 2

Thus shall you go to the stars.

Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.

Time passes irrevocably.

Fate will find a way.

Time flies never to be recalled.

There's a snake lurking in the grass.

A fault is fostered by concealment.

All things deteriorate in time.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

Trust one who has tried.

I shudder when relating it.

None but himself can be his parallel.

The medicine increases the disease.

Fury itself supplies arms.

Veiling truth in mystery.

Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.

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.

We can't all do everything.

Time is flying never to return.

Who can blind lover's eyes?

Their rage supplies them with weapons.

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.

In youth alone, unhappy mortals live; But, ah! the mighty bliss is fugitive: Discolour'd sickness, anxious labour, come, And age, and death's inexorable doom.

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.

Even virtue is fairer in a fair body.

O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!

Is it then so sad a thing to die?

I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.

The accursed hunger for gold.

Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.

The flocks fear the wolf, the crops the storm, and the trees the wind.

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.

Each man is led by his own liking.

It is well to be informed about the winds, About the variations in the sky, The native traits and habits of the place, What each locale permits, and what denies.

Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.

Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.

Trust the expert. -Experto credite

Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

Passion and strife bow down the mind

Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.

Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.

Womankind Is ever a fickle and a changeful thing.

Rumor goes forth at once, Rumor than whom No other speedier evil thing exists; She thrives by rapid movement, and acquires Strength as she goes; small at the first from fear, She presently uplifts herself aloft, And stalks upon the ground and hides her head Among the clouds.

The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.

They are able who think they are able.

Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.

The leader of the deed was a woman. -Dux femina facti

Time bears away all things.

Don't trust the horse, Trojans. Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks even bearing gifts. -Equo ne credite, Teucri. Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes

The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.

Each draws to his best-loved.

Learn all from one thing. -Ab uno disce omnes

He is fortunate who had been able to learn the causes of things. -Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas

If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell

Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces

You, Roman, remember to rule peoples with your power. -Tu regere imperio populos, Romane, memento

May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

The cursed hunger for gold. -Auri sacra fames

I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.

The greatest health is wealth.

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

Fear reveals baseborn souls!

And, just for good measure, here are a handful of runners up: For now the seventh summer carries you, A wanderer, across the lands and waters.

Endure and save yourselves for happier times.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

We are not all able to do all things.

If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.

A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)

The noblest motive is the public good.

Live on in your blessings, your destiny's been won. But ours calls us on from one ordeal to the next.

Look with favor upon a bold beginning.

They can conquer who belive they can.

Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction

Is there so much anger in the minds of the gods?

What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.

If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.