Virgil
Quotes
Why this shameful collapse before it all begins?
Why tremble so before the trumpet blares?
These are not gods who are pressing you so hard; they are mortals pursuing mortals.
Why drift I back so often? What madness turns my purpose?
O mind of man, knowing not fate or coming doom or how to keep bounds when uplifted with favoring fortune!
Turnus, what no god
Would dare to promise you—your heart's desire—
The course of time has of itself brought on.
Such hopes I had indeed, while Heaven was kind.
Camilla's dying hand pulled at the spear,
But the iron point was stuck deep in her ribs.
Drained of blood, she sank back; the chill light
Sank in her eyes; and her face, formerly
So radiant, turned pale in death.
Each is his own hope.
Many an ill has time repaired, and the shifting toil of changing years; many a man has Fortune, fitful visitant, mocked, then once more set up upon firm ground.
There shall come—do not hasten it—a lawful time for battle.
Hail forever, our great Pallas!
Hail forever and farewell!
Youths tall as their native pines and hills.
