Roman Poet Quotes

Virgil

Ovid

Horace

Catullus

Lucan

I sing of arms and of a man: his fate
had made him fugitive; he was the first
to journey from the coasts of Troy as far
as Italy and the Lavinian shores
Across the lands and waters he was battered
beneath the violence of the high ones for
the savage Juno's unforgetting anger.

Niobe would have been called most blessed of mothers,
had she not seemed so herself.

To this point is my mind reduced by your fault, Lesbia, and has so ruined itself by its own devotion, that now it can neither wish you well though you should become the best of women, nor cease to love you though you do the worst that can be done.

Wise were the kings who never chose a friend till with full cups they had unmasked his soul, and seen the bottom of his deepest thoughts.

Near to Bootes the bright Crown is view'd And shines with stars of different magnitude: Or placed in front above the rest displays A vigorous light, and dwarfs surprising rays. This shone, since Theseus first his faith betray'd, The monument of the forsaken maid.

Marcus Manilius

His all, as not for self
Brought into being, but for all the world:
Such was his creed.

Vast as the starry Serpent, that on high Tracks the clear ether, and divides the sky, And southward winding from the Northern Wain, Shoots to remoter spheres its glittering train.