Tibullus, fully Albius Tibullus

Tibullus, fully Albius Tibullus
c. 55 B.C.
19 B.C.

Latin Poet and Writer of Elegies

Author Quotes

In whatever she does, wherever she turns, grace steals into her movements and attends her steps.

May I be looking at you when my last hour has come, and dying may I hold you with my weakening hand.

The Love-god inflames more fiercely those he sees are reluctant to surrender.

And at the departure he will say, "Mayst thou rest soundly and quietly, and may the light turf lie easy on thy bones."

To have willed suffices us.

At lovers' perjuries Jove laughs and throws them idly to the winds.

What madness is this, inviting sable Death by warfare? It always hovers close and comes unforeseen on silent steps.

Credulous hope cherishes life, and ever whispers to us that to-morrow will be better.

When thou art preparing to commit a sin, think not that thou wilt conceal it; there is a God that forbids crimes to be hidden.

Don't fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.

Faithless, but, though faithless, still dear.

Fear not to swear the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and sea, thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn.

Fear not to swear; the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and sea, thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn.

Happy thou that learnest from another's griefs, not to subject thyself to the same.

Hope ever urges on and tells us tomorrow will be better.

How could I, blest with thee, long nights employ; And how with the longest day enjoy!

How mad it is to summon grim death by means of war!

I could live in the woods with thee in sight, where never should human foot intrude: or with thee find light in the darkest night, and a social crowd in solitude.

In solitude, be a multitude to thyself.

A wise man sings his joy in the closet of his heart.

Ah me! it is hard to feign the joys one does not feel, hard to feign mirth when one’s heart is sad.

Ah, wretch! Even though one may be able at first to conceal his perjuries, yet punishment creeps on, though late, with noiseless step.

Don't fear to pledge. By winds the perjuries of love are blown, null and void, across the land and farthest seas.

Faithless, but, though faithless, still dear.

Fear not to swear the winds carry the perjuries of lovers without effect over land and sea, thanks to Jupiter. The father of the gods himself has denied effect to what foolish lovers in their eagerness have sworn.

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First Name
Tibullus, fully Albius Tibullus
Birth Date
c. 55 B.C.
Death Date
19 B.C.
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Latin Poet and Writer of Elegies