What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.
Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.
Don't trust the horse, Trojans. Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks even bearing gifts. -Equo ne credite, Teucri. Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes
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