Every man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.
VIRGILEvery man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.
VIRGILA shifty, fickle object is woman, always.
VIRGILEvery man’s last day is fixed. Lifetimes are brief, and not to be regained, for all mankind. But by their deeds to make their fame last: that is labor for the brave.
VIRGILDo the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man’s mad desire become his god?
VIRGILThe gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent and easy is the way.
VIRGILFriend, have the courage To care little for wealth, and shape yourself, You too, to merit godhead
VIRGILTime passes irrevocably.
VIRGILEach of us bears his own Hell.
VIRGILWhen gods are contrary they stand by no one.
VIRGILAll our sweetest hours fly fastest
VIRGILEvil is nourished and grows by concealment.
VIRGILNo benefits can be expected from war.
VIRGILA woman is an ever fickle and changeable thing.
VIRGILYield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.
VIRGILThe only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all.
VIRGILDeath twitches my ear, live he says – I am coming.
VIRGIL