“It is come—the last day and inevitable hour for Troy.”
Venit summa dies et ineluctabile tempus
Dardaniae.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book II, Lines 324–325 (tr. Fairclough)
“Every man's last day is fixed.
Lifetimes are brief and not to be regained,
For all mankind. But by their deeds to make
Their fame last: that is labor for the brave.”
Stat sua cuique dies, breve et inreparabile tempus
Omnibus est vitae; sed famam extendere factis,
Hoc virtutis opus.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book X, Lines 467–469 (tr. Robert Fitzgerald)
“Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.”
Durate, et vosmet rebus servate secundis.
John Dryden's translation:
: Endure the hardships of your present state,
Live, and reserve yourselves for better fate.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book I, Line 207 (tr. Fairclough); spoken by Aeneas.
“How fortunate, both at once!
If my songs have any power, the day will never dawn
that wipes you from the memory of the ages, not while
the house of Aeneas stands by the Capitol's rock unshaken,
not while the Roman Father rules the world.”
Fortunati ambo! si quid mea carmina possunt,
Nulla dies umquam memori vos eximet aevo,
Dum domus Aeneae Capitoli immobile saxum
Accolet imperiumque pater Romanus habebit.
Fortunati ambo! si quid mea carmina possunt,
Nulla dies umquam memori vos eximet aevo,
Dum domus Aeneae Capitoli immobile saxum
Accolet imperiumque pater Romanus habebit.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book IX, Lines 446–449 (tr. Robert Fagles)
“The gates of hell are open night and day;
Smooth the descent, and easy is the way:
But to return, and view the cheerful skies,
In this the task and mighty labor lies.”
Facilis descensus Averno<!--Averni?-->:
Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras,
Hoc opus, hic labor est.
Facilis descensus Averno:
Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras,
Hoc opus, hic labor est.
Variant translation:
: It is easy to go down into Hell;
Night and day, the gates of dark Death stand wide;
But to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air—
There's the rub, the task.
Compare:
Long is the way
And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light.
John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book II, line 432
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book VI, Lines 126–129 (as translated by John Dryden)
“In those days I, Virgil, was nursed of sweet Parthenope, and rejoiced in the arts of inglorious ease.”
Illo Vergilium me tempore dulcis alebat
Parthenope studiis florentem ignobilis oti.
Book IV, lines 563–564 (tr. Fairclough)
Georgics (29 BC)
“Some day, perhaps, remembering even this
Will be a pleasure.”
Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.
Source: Aeneid (29–19 BC), Book I, Line 203 (tr. Robert Fitzgerald)