Top 200 Virgil Quotes (2026 Update)
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201. “She prayed then to whatever power may care in comprehending justice for the grief of lovers bound unequally by love.”

— Virgil

202. “Such were my wild words, for madness had mastered my judgement and gained complete control.”

— Virgil

203. “Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.”

— Virgil

204. “There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.”

— Virgil

205. “Et iam prima novo spargebat lumine terras.”

— Virgil

206. “Decked in the spoils you stripped from one I loved – escape my clutches? Never – Pallas strikes this blow, Pallas sacrifices you now, makes you pay the price with your own guilty blood!”

— Virgil

207. “Gods whose dominion is over the Souls, Shades without sound, Void, and you, Burning River, and you, broad Spaces voiceless beneath the Night, may I remain sinless in telling what has been told to me, and, by your divine assent, reveal truth sunk in depths of earth and gloom.”

— Virgil

208. “Well, the day has come when a woman’s weapons prove your daydreams wrong! Still, you carry no mean fame to your fathers’ shades – just tell them this: You died by Camilla’s spear!”

— Virgil

209. “To what crime do you not drive the hearts of men, accursed hunger for gold?”

— Virgil

210. “I shudder when relating it.”

— Virgil

211. “Hic pietatis honos?”

— Virgil

212. “Sic nos in sceptra reponis?”

— Virgil

213. “Ah, piteous boy, Fortune came smiling; was it in jealousy that she then cruelly denied you to me.”

— Virgil

214. “Yo temo al Griego, aunque presente dones.”

— Virgil

215. “Now when these souls have trodden the full circle of a thousand years, God call’s all of them forth in long procession to the Lethe River, and this he does so that when they again visit the sky’s vault they may be without memory, and a wish to re-enter bodily life may dawn.”

— Virgil

216. “We have hearts valiant in war, we have spirit, and a manhood which has proved itself by deed.”

— Virgil

217. “O Achates, where in the world is there a country, or any place in it, unreached by our suffering? Look; there is Priam. Even here high merit has its due; there is pity for a world’s distress, and a sympathy for short lived humanity.”

— Virgil

218. “Quis furor iste novus?”

— Virgil

219. “Ah, Palinurus, you were too trustful of the calm sky and sea. So you will lie, a shroudless form, on an unknown strand.”

— Virgil

220. “How fortunate were you, thrice fortunate and more, whose luck it was to die under the high walls of Troy before your parents’ eyes!”

— Virgil

221. “A festive din now rose and echoed through the palace halls. Lighted lamps hung from the coffered ceiling rich with gold leaf, and torches with high flames prevailed over the night.”

— Virgil

222. “Absumptae in Teucros vires caelique marisque.”

— Virgil

223. “But of course – so Turnus can fetch his royal bride – our lives are cheap, scattered in piles across the field, unburied and unwept.”

— Virgil

224. “What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love?”

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225. “It is for men to make wage war and make peace; for that task is theirs.”

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226. “When once thou shalt be able to now read the glories of heroes and thy father’s deeds, and to know virtue as she is, slowly the plain shall grow golden with the soft corn-spike, and the reddening grape trail from the wild briar, and hard oaks drip of honey.”

— Virgil

227. “The one safety for the defeated is to have no hope of safety.”

— Virgil

228. “His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling – no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.”

— Virgil

229. “Quicquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentis.”

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230. “Some of us looked in awed wonder at that massive horse, the gift for Minerva, the never-wed, which was to be our destruction.”

— Virgil

231. “Sweet relics, sweet so long as God and Destiny allowed, now receive my life-breath, and set me free from this suffering. I have lived my life and finished the course which Fortune allotted me.”

— Virgil

232. “When, soon, they join in their happy wedding-bonds – and wedded let them be – in pacts of peace at last, never command the Latins, here on native soil, to exchange their age-old name, to become Trojans, called the kin of Teucer, alter their language, change their style of dress. Let Latium endure.”

— Virgil

233. “En haec promissa fides est?”

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234. “The friend of my heart.”

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235. “We, poor fools, spent this our last day decorating with festal greenery every temple in our town.”

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236. “Paeoniis revocatum herbis et amore Dianae.”

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237. “Believe one who hath proved it, how mightily he rises over his shield, in what a whirlwind he hurls his spear.”

— Virgil