"The partial crowd their hopes and fears divide, And aid, with eager shouts, the favoured side. Cries, murmurs, clamours, with a mixing sound, From woods to woods, from hills to hills rebound."

"Down drops the beast, nor needs a second wound, But sprawls in pangs of death, and spurns the ground."

"And now the rising day renews the year— A day for ever sad, for ever dear."

"Far hence be souls profane!"

"Sighs, groans, and tears, proclaim his inward pains, But the firm purpose of his heart remains."

"Despair, and rage, and love divide her heart; Despair and rage had some, but love the greater part."

"Woman's a various and a changeful thing."

"All-powerful love! what changes canst thou cause In human hearts, subjected to thy laws!"

"See whom you fly! am I the foe you shun? Now, by those holy vows, so late begun, By this right hand, (since I have nothing more To challenge, but the faith you gave before) I beg you by these tears too truly shed, By the new pleasures of our nuptial bed; If ever Dido, when you most were kind, Were pleasing in your eyes, or touched your mind; By these my prayers, if prayers may yet have place, Pity the fortunes of a falling race."

"Nor can my mind forget Eliza's name, While vital breath inspires this mortal frame."

"My fatal course is finished; and I go, A glorious name, among the ghosts below."

"Faithless is earth, and faithless are the skies! Justice is fled, and truth is now no more!"

"The fatal dart Sticks in her side, and rankles in her heart."

"High praises, endless honours, you have won, And mighty trophies, with your worthy son! Two gods a silly woman have undone!"

"Fame, the great ill, from small beginnings grows: Swift from the first; and every moment brings New vigor to her flights, new pinions to her wings. Soon grows the pigmy to gigantic size; Her feet on earth, her forehead in the skies."

"Think you these tears, this pompous train of woe, Are known or valued by the ghosts below?"

"Must I die," she said, "And unrevenged? 'tis doubly to be dead! Yet even this death with pleasure I receive: On any terms, 'tis better than to live."

"Were I not resolved against the yoke Of hapless marriage, never to be curst With second love, so fatal was my first, To this one error I might yield again."

"But first let yawning earth a passage rend, And let me through the dark abyss descend; First let avenging Jove, with flames from high, Drive down this body to the nether sky, Condemned with ghosts in endless night to lie, Before I break the plighted faith I gave! No! he who had my vows shall ever have; For, whom I loved on earth, I worship in the grave."

"This way and that he turns his anxious mind."

"The mad prophetic Sibyl you shall find, Dark in a cave, and on a rock reclined. She sings the fates, and, in her frantic fits, The notes and names inscribed, to leafs commits. What she commits to leafs, in order laid, Before the cavern's entrance are displayed: Unmoved they lie; but, if a blast of wind Without, or vapors issue from behind, The leafs are borne aloft in liquid air, And she resumes no more her museful care, Nor gathers from the rocks her scattered verse, Nor sets in order what the winds disperse. Thus, many not succeeding, most upbraid The madness of the visionary maid, And with loud curses leave the mystic shade."

"Think it not loss of time a while to stay, Though thy companions chide thy long delay; Though summoned to the seas, though pleasing gales Invite thy course, and stretch thy swelling sails: But beg the sacred priestess to relate With willing words, and not to write thy fate. The fierce Italian people she will show, And all thy wars, and all thy future woe, And what thou may'st avoid, and what must undergo. She shall direct thy course, instruct thy mind, And teach thee how the happy shores to find. This is what heaven allows me to relate: Now part in peace; pursue thy better fate, And raise, by strength of arms, the Trojan state."

"This only solace his hard fortune sends."

"O sacred hunger of pernicious gold! What bands of faith can impious lucre hold?"

"All things were full of horror and affright, And dreadful even the silence of the night."

"Aghast, astonished, and struck dumb with fear, I stood; like bristles rose my stiffened hair."

"She fed within her veins a flame unseen."

"I yield to fate, unwillingly retire, And, loaded, up the hill convey my sire."

"Thus fortune on our first endeavour smiled."

"Let fraud supply the want of force in war."

"But ah! what use of valour can be made, When heaven's propitious powers refuse their aid?"

"'Tis fate diverts our course, and fate we must obey."

"As for my sepulchre, let heaven take care."

"Fear ever argues a degenerate kind."

"Two gates the silent house of sleep adorn; Of polished ivory this, that of transparent horn: True visions through transparent horn arise; Through polished ivory pass deluding lies."

"Great queen, what you command me to relate Renews the sad remembrance of our fate."

"Somewhat is sure designed, by fraud or force; Trust not their presents, nor admit the horse."

"Or had not men been fated to be blind."

"Like you, an alien in a land unknown, I learn to pity woes so like my own."

"If our hard fortune no compassion draws, Nor hospitable rights, nor human laws, The gods are just, and will revenge our cause."

"The gods (if gods to goodness are inclined— If acts of mercy touch their heavenly mind), And, more than all the gods, your generous heart, Conscious of worth, requite its own desert!"

"All praised the sentence, pleased the storm should fall On one alone, whose fury threatened all."

"Your honour, name, and praise shall never die."

"A woman leads the way."

"The good Aeneas am I called, a name, While fortune favored, not unknown to fame. My household gods, companions of my woes, With pious care I rescued from our foes. To fruitful Italy my course was bent; And from the king of heaven is my descent."

"Thus having said, she turned, and made appear Her neck refulgent, and dishevelled hair, Which, flowing from her shoulders, reached the ground, And widely spread ambrosial scents around. In length of train descends her sweeping gown; And by her graceful walk the queen of love is known."

"These words he spoke, but spoke not from his heart; His outward smiles concealed his inward smart."

"Meantime the rapid heavens rolled down the light, And on the shaded ocean rushed the night."