Christopher

“The morning star Now rose on Ida's ridges, bringing day. Greeks had secured the city gates. No help Or hope of help existed. So I resigned myself, picked up my father, And turned my face toward the mountain range." 2.1041”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“What spot on earth," He said, "what region of the carth, Achates, Is not full of the story of our sorrow? Look, here is Priam. Even so far away Great valor has due honor; they weep here For how the world goes, and our life that passes Touches their hearts. Throw off your fear. This fame Insures some kind of refuge."" Line 624”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Soldiers, Brave as you are to no end, if you crave To face the last fight with me, and no doubt of it, How matters stand for us each one can see. The gods by whom this kingdom stood are gone, Gone from the shrines and altars. You defend A city lost in flames. Come, let us die, We'll make a rush into the thick of it. The conquered have one safety: hope for none.'" 2.465”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“I am Aeneas, duty-bound, and known Above high air of heaven by my fame, Carrying with me in my ships our gods Of hearth and home, saved from the enemy. I look for Italy to be my fatherland, And my descent is from all-highest Jove. " Line 519”
― Virgil, The Aeneid