"Ne'er let the children of the soil disown The name of Latins; turn them not, I pray, To Trojan folk, to be as Teucrians known.
Ne'er let Italia's children put away The garb they wear, the language of to-day Let Latium flourish, and abide the same, And Alban kings through distant ages sway.
Let Rome through Latin prowess wax in fame; But fall'n is Troy, and fall'n for ever be her name." CVIII.

Smiling, the founder of the world replied: "Thou, second child of Saturn, born to reign In heaven Jove's sister, and his spouse beside.
Such floods of passion can thy breast contain?
But come, and from thy fruitless rage refrain.
I yield, and gladly; be thy will obeyed.
Speech, customs, name Ausonia shall retain Unchanged for ever, as thy lips have prayed.
And in the Latin race Troy's mingled blood shall fade.
CIX.

"All Latins will I make them, of one tongue, And sacred rites, as common good, assign.
Hence shalt thou see, from blood Ausonian sprung, A blended race, whose piety shall shine Excelling man's, and equalling divine; And ne'er shall other nation tell so loud Thy praise, or pay such homage to thy shrine." Well-pleased was Juno, and assenting bowed, And straight with altered mind ascended from the cloud.
CX.

New schemes the Sire, from Turnus to repel Juturna's aid, now ponders in his mind.
Two fiends there are, called Furies.

Night with fell Megaera bore them at one birth, and twined Their serpent spires, and winged them like the wind.
These at Jove's threshold, and beside his throne Await his summons, to afflict mankind, When death or pestilence the Sire sends down, Or shakes the world with war, and scares the guilty town.
CXI.