Quotes from Virgil

Quis furor iste novus?

Nate dea, si nemo audet se credere pugnae, quae finis standi?  Quo me decet usque teneri? Ducere dona iube.'  Cuncti simul ore fremebant Dardanidae, reddique viro promissa iubebant.

Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore

In foribus letum Androgeo:  tum pendere poenas Cecropidae iussi---miserum!---septena quotannis corpora natorum; stat ductis sortibus urna.

Vertitur interea caelum et ruit oceano nox, inuoluens umbra magna terramque polumque.

caput acris equi;

Una salus uictis nullam sperare salutem

Haec ubi dicta dedit, lacrimantem et multa uolentem dicere deseruit, tenuesque recessit in auras. Ter conatus ibi collo dare bracchia circum; ter frustra comprensa manus effugit imago, par leuibus uentis uolucrique simillima somno.

Troy has fallen—and fallen let her stay— with the very name of Troy!

When, soon, they join in their happy wedding-bonds— and wedded let them be—in pacts of peace at last, never command the Latins, here on native soil, to exchange their age-old name, to become Trojans, called the kin of Teucer, alter their language, change their style of dress. Let Latium endure.

Decked in the spoils you stripped from one I loved—escape my clutches? Never— Pallas strikes this blow, Pallas sacrifices you now, makes you pay the price with your own guilty blood!

I seek for myself no joy in life; that would be sin; but only to bring some joy to my son among the shades. (Evander)

He vivido mi vida, el noble curso / que me abrió la Fortuna he recorrido, / y ahora mi jornada bajo tierra emprendo, magna sombra. 950-955

sublimemque feres ad sidera caeli magnanimum Aenean vv. 258, libro I

Hac gener atque socer coeant mercede suorum: sanguine Troiano et Rutulo dotabere, virgo, et Bellona manet te pronuba.

flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.

Maia genitum

Ille inter navemque Gyae scopulosque sonantes radit iter laevum interior, subitoque priorem praeterit, et metis tenet aequora tuta relictis.

Through pain I've learned To comfort suffering men.

The friend of my heart

Absumptae in Teucros vires caelique marisque.

Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes (Fear Greeks if they bring gifts)

Quid Syrtes aut Scylla mihi, quid vasta Charybdis profuit?

To what crime do you not drive the hearts of men, accursed hunger for gold?