Virgil English Poet Quotations

As the twig is bent the tree inclines.

But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.

The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.

Age carries all things away, even the mind.

One man excels in eloquence, another in arms.

Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to Love.