Fame, the great ill, from small beginnings grows: Swift from the first; and ev’ry moment brings New vigor to her flights, new pinions to her wings.
Unvanquish’d Scylla now alone remains; Her he pursues, and all his vigor strains.
Soon all with vigor bend their trusty bows, And from the quiver each his arrow chose.
He look’d in years; yet in his years were seen A youthful vigor and autumnal green.
Now, sinking underneath a load of grief, From death alone she seeks her last relief; The time and means resolv’d within her breast, She to her mournful sister thus address’d (Dissembling hope, her cloudy front she clears, And a false vigor in her eyes appears): "Rejoice!" she said.
My Pallas were more fit to mount the throne, And should, but he’s a Sabine mother’s son, And half a native; but, in you, combine A manly vigor, and a foreign line.
Th’ ethereal vigor is in all the same, And every soul is fill’d with equal flame; As much as earthy limbs, and gross allay Of mortal members, subject to decay, Blunt not the beams of heav’n and edge of day.
Ev’n time, that changes all, yet changes us in vain: The body, not the mind; nor can control Th’ immortal vigor, or abate the soul.
The Trojans shake The heav’ns with shouting, and new vigor take.
The stone drops from his arms, and, falling short For want of vigor, mocks his vain effort.
Nor less the captive struggles for his life: He writhes his body to prolong the strife, And, fencing for his naked throat, exerts His utmost vigor, and the point averts.
Stanch’d is the blood, and in the bottom stands: The steel, but scarcely touch’d with tender hands, Moves up, and follows of its own accord, And health and vigor are at once restor’d.
The great Messapus, thund’ring thro’ the field, In his left hand two pointed jav’lins held: Encount’ring on the prince, one dart he drew, And with unerring aim and utmost vigor threw.
The Trojan threats The realm with ruin, and their ancient seats To lay in ashes, if they dare supply With arms or aid his vanquish’d enemy: Thus menacing, he still pursues the course, With vigor, tho’ diminish’d of his force.
The hero arms in haste; his hands infold His thighs with cuishes of refulgent gold: Inflam’d to fight, and rushing to the field, That hand sustaining the celestial shield, This gripes the lance, and with such vigor shakes, That to the rest the beamy weapon quakes.
BOOK XII When Turnus saw the Latins leave the field, Their armies broken, and their courage quell’d, Himself become the mark of public spite, His honor question’d for the promis’d fight; The more he was with vulgar hate oppress’d, The more his fury boil’d within his breast: He rous’d his vigor for the last debate, And rais’d his haughty soul to meet his fate.
Then thus the lofty prince: "Hear and obey, Ye Trojan bands, without the least delay Jove is with us; and what I have decreed Requires our utmost vigor, and our speed.
Sergesthus takes the place; Mnestheus pursues; and while around they wind, Comes up, not half his galley’s length behind; Then, on the deck, amidst his mates appear’d, And thus their drooping courage he cheer’d: "My friends, and Hector’s followers heretofore, Exert your vigor; tug the lab’ring oar; Stretch to your strokes, my still unconquer’d crew, Whom from the flaming walls of Troy I drew.
His mother goddess, with her hands divine, Had form’d his curling locks, and made his temples shine, And giv’n his rolling eyes a sparkling grace, And breath’d a youthful vigor on his face; Like polish’d ivory, beauteous to behold, Or Parian marble, when enchas’d in gold: Thus radiant from the circling cloud he broke, And thus with manly modesty he spoke: "He whom you seek am I; by tempests toss’d, And sav’d from shipwreck on your Libyan coast; Presenting, gracious queen, before your…
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And we ourselves assembled here today, who are still most of us in the vigor of life, have carried the work of improvement further, and have richly endowed our city with all things, so that she is sufficient for herself both in peace and war.
Thucydides -- Pericles’s Funeral Oration
A group of loudmouthed white-haired old ladies, each trying to talk over the next, a few of them texting, the kind of elderly people who have a baffling amount of energy, so much youthful vigor you had to wonder if they were trying to rub it in.