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

The accursed hunger for gold.

Passion and strife bow down the mind

Trust not the horse, O Trojans. Be it what it may, I fear the Grecians even when they offer gifts.

Curst greed of gold, what crimes thy tyrant power has caused.

I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.

Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.