Virgil
Publius Vergilius Maro (October 15, 70 BCE – September 21, 19 BCE) was a classical Roman poet, better known by the Anglicised form of his name as Virgil or Vergil. His three major works are the Bucolics (or Eclogues), the Georgics and the Aeneid, although several minor poems are also attributed to him. The son of a farmer, he came to be regarded as one of Rome's greatest poets, and the Aeneid, Rome's national epic. From Wikipedia
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They are able because they think they are able.
— Virgil
You have endured worse things; God will grant an end even to these.
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Age carries all things away, even the mind.
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I too must attempt a way by which I can raise myself above the ground, and soar triumphant through the lips of men.
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Trust not to much to appearances.
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Trust not too much to an enchanting face.
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They can because they think they can.
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Thus all things are doomed to change for the worse and retrograde.
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They attack the one man with their hate and their shower of weapons. But he is like some rock which stretches into the vast sea and which, exposed to the fury of the winds and beaten against by the waves, endures all the violence
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From a single crime know the nation.
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I have lived, and I have run the course which fortune allotted me; and now my shade shall descend illustrious to the grave.
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Death twitches my ear. Live, he says, I am coming.
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Who asks whether the enemy were defeated by strategy or valor?
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Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.
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Roman, remember that you shall rule the nations by your authority, for this is to be your skill, to make peace the custom, to spare the conquered, and to wage war until the haughty are brought low.
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Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.
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Each man has his appointed day: short and irreparable in the brief life of all, but to extend our fame by our deeds, this is the work of mankind.
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Fame hides her head among the clouds.
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Our fate, whatever it is to be, will be overcome by patience under it.
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Wherever the fates lead us let us follow.
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Fear is proof of a degenerate mind.
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Fear is proof of a low born soul.
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Fortune favors the brave.
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Fortune sides with him who dares.
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Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.
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Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.
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Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.
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Rumor grows as it goes.
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As a twig is bent the tree inclines.
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Press no further with hate.
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The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.
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Hope on, and save yourself for prosperous times.
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Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.
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Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love.
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Perhaps one day this too will be pleasant to remember.
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Mind moves matter.
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The Britons are quite separated from all the world.
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Everyone is dragged on by their favorite pleasure.
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Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.
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Trust one who has tried.
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The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.
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Go on and increase in valor for this is the path to immortality.
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Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.
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Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.
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It manus in gyrum; paullatim singula viresDeperdunt proprias; color est E pluribus unus. Spins round the stirring hand; lose by degreesTheir separate powers the parts, and comes at lastFrom many several colors one that rules.
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I saw these terrible things,and took great part in them.
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It is easy to go down into Hell; night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - there's the rub, the task.
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Nunc scio quit sit amor. Lat., Now I know what love is.
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Oh farmers, pray that your summers be wet and your winters clear.
— Virgil