Whoever worships the gods in good faith, loves their priests too.
Book V, Preface, line 10
Sic auferre rogis umbram conatur et ingens
certamen cum Morte gerit, curasque fatigat
artificum inque omni te quaerit amare metallo.
Sed mortalis honos, agilis quem dextra laborat.
So does he strive to rescue your shade from the pyre and wages a mighty contest with Death, wearying the efforts of artists and seeking to love you in every material. But beauty created by toil of cunning hand is mortal.
Book V, 1, line 7
Nec frons triste rigens nimiusque in moribus horror
sed simplex hilarisque fides et mixta pudori
Yet no stiff and frowning face was hers, no undue austerity in her manners, but gay and simple loyalty, charm blended with modesty.