“Arma virumque cano........."*Literally: "I sing of arms and man".__I sing the praises of a man's stuggles__”

“Arma Virumque Cano (I sing of arms and of man) -The Aeneid”

“Arma virumque canto.”

“Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.”

“I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.”

“[He]Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air,Then cleft the man's brow square between the templesCutting his head in two -- a dreadful gashBetween the cheeks all beardless. Earth resoundedQuivering at the great shock of his weightAs he went tumbling down in all his armor,Drenched with blood and brains; in equal halvesHis head hung this and that way from his shoulders.”

“Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo - If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.”