Virgil
Quotes
His will stands unmoved. The falling tears are futile.
I shall be everywhere
A shade to haunt you!
Goddess born, whither the Fates, in their ebb and flow, draw us, let us follow; whatever befall, all fortune is to be o'ercome by bearing.
You gods, who hold the domain of spirits! You voiceless shades! You, Chaos, and you, Phlegethon, you broad, silent tracts of night! Suffer me to tell what I have heard; suffer me of your grace to unfold secrets buried in the depths and darkness of the earth!
Nowhere is trust safe.
A scream rises to the lofty roof.
More various colours through his body run,
Than Iris when her bow imbibes the sun.
The faith vowed to the ashes of Sychaeus I have not kept.
Arise from my ashes, unknown avenger!
The day is at hand which I shall keep (such, O gods, was your will) ever as a day of grief, ever as of honour.
He stands immovable by tears,
Nor tenderest words with pity hears.
Yield not to ills, but go forth all the bolder to face them as far as your destiny will allow!
