My ancestress, bare Thebe chariot-glorious. + 

I’ll sip her dear springs, and for warriors twine + 

A song-wreath rainbow-hued. Thy choir victorious, + 

O Aeneas, teach to chant the Maid divine + 

Hera, and know that none in after days + 

With scoffed “Boeotian swine!” our ear abuses! + 

A messenger thou art whose faith all praise, + 

O cryptic herald-staff of bright-haired Muses, + 

Sweet mixing-bowl of royal-ringing lays! + 