Quotes from Virgil

And no less happy he who knows the rural gods.

Fury provides arms.

The organizer a woman.

Night, pitch-black, lies upon the deep.

Ah Corydon, Corydon, what madness has caught you?

All aglow is the work.

Happy old man!

His limbs were cold in death; his spirit fled with a groan, indignant, to the shades below.

Prayed to the Genius of the place.

I who once played shepherds' songs and in my brash youth sang of you, O Tityrus, beneath the spreading beech.

Sweet Parthenope nourished me, flourishing in studies of ignoble ease.

Deep in her breast lives the silent wound.

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.

As the twig is bent the tree inclines.

Audentis Fortuna iuvat. (Fortune assists the bold) also Fortune favors the bold.

Death's brother, sleep.

Do not commit your poems to pages alone, sing them I pray you.

Do not trust the horse, Trojans Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.

Each man is led by his own liking.

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their god.

Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.

Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit (Perhaps it will be pleasing sometime to have remembered these things, from The Aeneid)

Go on and increase in valor for this is the path to immortality.

Happy is he who gets to know the reasons for things.