“Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.”
Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori.
The Eclogues
Eclogues (37 BC)
Variant: Love conquers all; let us, too, yield to Love!
The Eclogues , also called the Bucolics, is the first of the three major works of the Latin poet Virgil.
“Love conquers all. Let Love then smile at our defeat.”
Omnia vincit Amor; et nos cedamus Amori.
The Eclogues
Eclogues (37 BC)
Variant: Love conquers all; let us, too, yield to Love!
“Every field, every tree is now budding; now the woods are green, now the year is at its loveliest.”
Nunc omnis ager, nunc omnis parturit arbor;
Nunc frondent sylvae, nunc formosissimus annus.
Nunc omnis ager, nunc omnis parturit arbor;
Nunc frondent sylvae, nunc formosissimus annus.
Book III, lines 56–57 (tr. Fairclough)
Eclogues (37 BC)
“The great line of the centuries begins anew.”
Magnus ab integro saeclorum nascitur ordo.
Book IV, line 5 (tr. Fairclough)
Compare: Novus ordo seclorum ("New order of the ages"), motto on the reverse side of the Great Seal of the United States.
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Everyone is dragged on by their favorite pleasure.”
Trahit sua quemque voluptas.
Book II, line 65
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Now I know what Love is.”
Nunc scio quid sit Amor.
Book VIII, line 43 (tr. R. C. Trevelyan)
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Your descendants shall gather your fruits.”
Carpent tua poma nepotes.
Book IX, line 50
Eclogues (37 BC)
“To compare great things with small.”
Parvis componere magna.
Book I, line 23 (tr. H. Rushton Fairclough)
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Trust not too much to that enchanting face;
Beauty's a charm, but soon the charm will pass.”
O formose puer, nimium ne crede colori.
Book II, line 17 (tr. John Dryden)
Eclogues (37 BC)
“We cannot all do everything.”
Non omnia possumus omnes.
Book VIII, line 63 (tr. Fairclough)
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Time bears away all things, even our minds.”
Omnia fert aetas, animum quoque.
Book IX, line 51
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.”
Cantantes licet usque (minus via laedit) eamus.
Book IX, line 64
Eclogues (37 BC)
“Begin, baby boy, to recognize your mother with a smile.”
Incipe, parve puer, risu cognoscere matrem.
Book IV, line 60 (tr. Fairclough)
Eclogues (37 BC)