Virgil
Known in English as Virgil or Vergil, was a Latin poet, the author of the Eclogues, the Georgics and the Aeneid, the last being an epic poem of twelve books that became the Roman Empire's national epic.
Principio caelum ac terras camposque liquentis
Lucentemque globum Lunae Titaniaque astra
Spiritus intus alit, totamque infusa per artus
Mens agitat molem et magno se corpore miscet.
Furor, iraque mentem
Praecipitant, pulchrumque mori succurrit in armis.
Fickle and changeable always is woman.
I was amazed, my hair stood on end, and my voice stuck in my throat.
Line 41; i.e. do not run down a dead person, because he/she can not defend him/herself.
There at last he found peace in the calm of death.
Possunt, quia posse videntur.
Di tibi, si qua pios respectant numina, si quid
Usquam iustitiae est et mens sibi conscia recti,
Praemia digna ferant.
Easy is the way down to the Underworld:
by night and by day dark Dis’s door stands open;
but to withdraw one’s steps and to make a way out to the upper air,
that’s the task, that is the labour.
Heu pietas, heu prisca fides.
Animae, quibus altera fato
Corpora debentur, Lethaei ad fluminis undam
Secures latices, et longa oblivia potant.
"Or se' tu quel Virgilio e quella fonte
che spandi di parlar s? largo fiume?",
rispuos' io lui con vergognosa fronte.
Temptanda via est, qua me quoque possim
Tollere humo victorque virum volitare per ora.
Why such great anger in those heavenly minds?
Mens immota manet, lacrimae volvuntur inanes.
Non ignara mali miseris succurrere disco.
Ibant obscuri sola sub nocte per umbram,
Perque domos Ditis vacuas et inania regna.