Thus Macareus. Now with a pious aim + 

Had good Aeneas raised a funeral flame, + 

In honour of his hoary nurse’s name. + 

Her epitaph he fix’d; and setting sail, + 

Cajeta left, and catch’d at every gale. + 

He steer’d at distance from the faithless shore, + 

Where the false goddess reigns with fatal power, + 

And sought those grateful groves, that shade the plain, + 

Where Tiber roll’s majestic to the main, + 

And fattens, as he runs, the fair champaign. + 

His kindred gods the hero’s wishes crown + 

With fair Lavinia, and Latinus’ throne; + 

But not without a war the prize he won. + 

Drawn up in bright array the battle stands: + 

Turnus with arms his promised wife demands. + 

Etrurians, Latians equal fortune share, + 

And doubtful long appears the face of war. + 

Both powers from neighbouring princes seek supplies, + 

And embassies appoint for new allies. + 

Aeneas, for relief, Evander moves; + 

His quarrel he asserts, his case approves. + 

The bold Rutulians, with an equal speed, + 

Sage Venulus despatch to Diomed. + 

The king, late griefs revolving in his mind, + 

These reasons for neutrality assign’d: + 

“Shall I, of one poor dotal town possess’d, + 

My people thin, my wretched country waste; + 

An exiled prince, and on a shaking throne; + 

Or risk my patron’s subjects, or my own? + 

You’ll grieve the harshness of our hap to hear; + 

Nor can I tell the tale without a tear. + 