Quote#Death
Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply
Quote byChristopher Pitt · 1699–1748
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Æneid of Virgil (1740), Book II, line 899.
English (original)
Arms! arms! my friends, with speed my arms supply, 'Tis our last hour, and summons us to die; My arms!—in vain you hold me,—let me go— Give, give me back this moment to the foe. 'Tis well—we will not tamely perish all, But die revenged, and triumph in our fall.
— Christopher Pitt
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