Mantua gave me birth, Calabri snatched me away, now Parthenope holds me; I sang of shepherds, pastures, and heroes. -Mantua me genuit, Calabri rapuere, tenet nunc Parthenope, cecini pascua, rura, duces
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.
What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.
Every man makes a god of his own desire
There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.