"She turned, and flashed upon their view Her stately neck's purpureal hue; Ambrosial tresses round her head A more than earthly fragrance shed: Her falling robe her footprints swept, And showed the goddess as she stept."

"Bear up, and live for happier days."

"'Is there, friend,' he cries, 'a spot That knows not Troy's unhappy lot?'"

"E'en here the tear of pity springs, And hearts are touched by human things."

"This suffering will yield us yet A pleasant tale to tell."

"If men and mortal arms ye slight, Know there are gods who watch o'er right."

"We have been Trojans: Troy has been: She sat, but sits no more, a queen."

"May Heaven, if virtue claim its thought, If justice yet avail for aught; Heaven, and the sense of conscious right, With worthier meed your acts requite!"

"Dire agonies, wild terrors swarm, And Death glares grim in many a form."

"Gifford's Juvenal [is], probably, take it all in all, the very best version of a classic in the language."

"For none become at once completely vile."

"None question whence it comes, but come it must."

"The gods implore To crush the proud and elevate the poor."

"What's kept at home you cancel by a stroke: What's sent abroad you never can revoke."

"In all her charms, set Virtue in their eye, And let them see their loss, despair, and—die!"

"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."

"You lose no time in taking out a fly, Or straw, it may be, that torments your eye; Why, when a thing devours your mind, adjourn Till this day year all thought of the concern? Come now, have courage to be wise: begin: You're halfway over when you once plunge in: He who puts off the time for mending, stands A clodpoll by the stream with folded hands, Waiting till all the water be gone past; But it runs on, and will, while time shall last."

"Virtue's a mere name, Or 'tis high venture that achieves high aim."

"Then take, good sir, your pleasure while you may; With life so short 'twere wrong to lose a day."

"He who maligns an absent friend's fair fame, Who says no word for him when others blame, Who courts a reckless laugh by random hits, Just for the sake of ranking among wits, Who feigns what he ne'er saw, a secret blabs, Beware him, Roman! that man steals or stabs!"

"O Fortune, cruellest of heavenly powers, Why make such game of this poor life of ours?"

"For easier 'tis to learn and recollect What moves derision than what claims respect."

"Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrill The hearer's soul, and move it at its will."

"Why reel I thus, confused and blind? What madness mars my sober mind?"

"None knows the reason why this curse Was sent on him, this love of making verse."

"Let Rome be glorious on the earth, The centre of Italian worth."

"Fierce boils in every vein Indignant shame and passion blind, The tempest of the lover's mind, The soldier's high disdain."

"Who hopes by strange variety to please, Puts dolphins among forests, boars in seas."

"Blest pair! if aught my verse avail, No day shall make your memory fail From off the heart of time."

"Thus, severed by the ruthless plough, Dim fades a purple flower: Their weary necks so poppies bow, O'erladen by the shower."

"'Tis thus that men to heaven aspire: Go on and raise your glories higher."

"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."

"Ah! would but Jupiter restore The strength I had in days of yore!"

"Me, guilty me, make me your aim, O Rutules! mine is all the blame; He did no wrong, nor e'er could do; That sky, those stars attest 'tis true; Love for his friend too freely shown, This was his crime, and this alone."

"Each has his destined time: a span Is all the heritage of man: 'Tis virtue's part by deeds of praise To lengthen fame through after days."

"Sleep gives his name to portals twain; One all of horn, they say, Through which authentic spectres gain Quick exit into day, And one which bright with ivory gleams, Whence Pluto sends delusive dreams."

"Ah son! compel me not to speak The sorrows of our race! That youth the Fates but just display To earth, nor let him longer stay: With gifts like these for aye to hold, Rome's heart had e'en been overbold. Ah! what a groan from Mars's plain Shall o'er the city sound! How wilt thou gaze on that long train, Old Tiber, rolling to the main Beside his new-raised mound! No youth of Ilium's seed inspires With hope as fair his Latian sires: Nor Rome shall dandle on her knee A nursling so adored as he. O piety! O ancient faith! O hand untamed in battle scathe! No foe had lived before his sword, Stemmed he on foot the war's red tide Or with relentless rowel gored His foaming charger's side. Dear child of pity! shouldst thou burst The dungeon-bars of Fate accurst, Our own Marcellus thou!"

"Terror wings his flight."

"Each for himself, we all sustain The durance of our ghostly pain; Then to Elysium we repair, The few, and breathe this blissful air."

"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."

"But, Roman, thou, do thou control The nations far and wide; Be this thy genius, to impose The rule of peace on vanquished foes, Show pity to the humbled soul, And crush the sons of pride."

"Thou too take courage, wealth despise, And fit thee to ascend the skies, Nor be a poor man's courtesies Rejected or disdained."

"O impotence of man's frail mind To fate and to the future blind, Presumptuous and o'erweening still When Fortune follows at its will!"

"Along the illimitable shade Darkling and lone their way they made, Through the vast kingdom of the dead, An empty void, though tenanted: So travellers in a forest move With but the uncertain moon above, Beneath her niggard light."