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

I have no horror of death, and place no value on any god. Cease therefore. For I come ready to die; and first I bring you these gifts. (Mezentius)

See who I am, whose great age, exhausted and decayed and past the fertile time for truth, deludes me with imaginary dread when I prophesy of warring kings! Look now at this. I come from the Dread Sisters' station; and in my hand I bear war and death.

This is a tale of arms and of a man. Fated to be an exile, he was the first to sail from the land of Troy and reach Italy, at its Lavinian shore. He met many tribulations on his way both by land on on the ocean; high Heaven willed it, for Juno was ruthless and could not forget her anger.

Frantic in my fury I had no time for decisions; I only remembered that death in battle is glorious.

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

His heart beat high for war and he blazed with an implacable fire which needed no kindling.

The last day has come for our Dardan land. This is the hour which no effort of ours can alter. We Trojans are no more: no more is Ilium;no more the splendour of Teucrian glory. All now belongs to Argos; it is Jupiter's remorseless will.

What a tale he's told, what a bitter bowl of war he's drunk to the dregs.