- This suffering will yield us yet
A pleasant tale to tell.
- Book I, p. 12
- 'Is there, friend,' he cries, 'a spot
That knows not Troy's unhappy lot?'
- Book I, p. 23
- If men and mortal arms ye slight,
Know there are gods who watch o'er right.
- Book I, p. 27
- Myself not ignorant of woe,
Compassion I have learned to show.
- Book I, p. 31
- Too cruel, lady, is the pain,
You bid me thus revive again.
- Book II, p. 39
- Fury and wrath within me rave,
And tempt me to a warrior's grave.
- Book II, p. 52
- We have been Trojans: Troy has been:
She sat, but sits no more, a queen.
- Book II, p. 53
- Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm,
And Death glares grim in many a form.
- Book II, p. 55
- Fell lust of gold! abhorred, accurst!
What will not men to slake such thirst?
- Book III, p. 77
- Live and be blest! 'tis sweet to feel
Fate's book is closed and under seal.
For us, alas! that volume stern
Has many another page to turn.
- Book III, p. 96
- Snatch him, ye Gods, from mortal eyes!
- Book III, p. 101
- While memory lasts and pulses beat,
The thought of Dido shall be sweet.
- Book IV, p. 124
- My life is lived, and I have played
The part that Fortune gave.
- Book IV, p. 138
- 'To die! and unrevenged!' she said,
'Yet let me die.'
- Book IV, p. 138
- Hush your tongues from idle speech.
- Book V, p. 146
- They can because they think they can.
- Book V, p. 153
- The journey down to the abyss
Is prosperous and light:
The palace gates of gloomy Dis
Stand open day and night:
But upward to retrace the way
And pass into the light of day
There comes the stress of labour; this
May task a hero's might.
- Book VI, p. 191
- A lethargy of sleep,
Most like to death, so calm, so deep.
- Book VI, p. 209
- Here sees he the illustrious dead
Who fighting for their country bled;
Priests who while earthly life remained
Preserved that life unsoiled, unstained;
Blest bards, transparent souls and clear,
Whose song was worthy Phoebus' ear;
Inventors who by arts refined
The common lot of human kind,
With all who grateful memory won
By services to others done:
A goodly brotherhood, bedight
With coronals of virgin white.
- Book VI, p. 217
- Ah! would but Jupiter restore
The strength I had in days of yore!
- Book VIII, p. 294
- O ye Gods, and O great Jove,
Have pity on a father's love
And hear Evander's prayer:
If 'tis your purpose to restore
My Pallas to my arms once more;
If living is to see his face,
Then grant me life, of your dear grace:
No toil too hard to bear.
But ah! if Fortune be my foe,
And meditate some crushing blow,
Now, now the thread in mercy break,
While hope sees dim and cares mistake,
While still I clasp thee darling boy.
My latest and my only joy,
Nor let assurance, worse than fear,
With cruel tidings wound my ear.
- Book VIII, p. 295
- 'Tis thus that men to heaven aspire:
Go on and raise your glories higher.
- Book IX, p. 333
- In vain she strives with dying hands
To wrench away the blade:
Fixed in her ribs the weapon stands,
Closed by the wound it made.
Bloodless and faint, she gasps for breath;
Her heavy eyes sink down in death;
Her cheek's bright colors fade.
- Book XI, p. 427
- Why reel I thus, confused and blind?
What madness mars my sober mind?
- Book XII, p. 436
- Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may;
With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day.
- Satires, Book II, satire viii, p. 85
- O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers,
Why make such game of this poor life of ours?
- Satires, Book II, satire viii, p. 94
- Let hopes and sorrows, fears and angers be,
And think each day that dawns the last you'll see;
For so the hour that greets you unforeseen
Will bring with it enjoyment twice as keen.
- Epistles, Book I, epistle iv, p. 108