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“Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.”

Quote by Virgil

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Virgil

Virgil, a Roman poet, was born on October 15, 70 BC and died on September 21, 19 BC. He is one of the greatest poets in ancient Rome and is known for his epic poem, 'The Aeneid'. more

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