"Heaven's great inhabitants, what change hath brewed Rebellious thoughts, my purpose thus to mar?
'Twixt Troy and Italy I banned the feud; My nod forbade it.

Whence this impious jar?
What fear hath stirred them to provoke the war?
Fate in due course shall bring the destined hour,-- Foredate it not--when Carthage from afar Her barbarous hordes through riven Alps shall pour, To storm the towers of Rome, to ravage and devour.
III.

"Then may ye rend, and ravage and destroy, Then may ye glut your vengeance.

Now forbear, And plight this peaceful covenant with joy." Thus Jove; but Venus of the golden hair, Less brief, made answer: "Lord of earth and air! O Father! Power eternal! whom beside We know none other, to approach with prayer, See the Rutulians, how they swell with pride; See Turnus, puffed with triumph, borne upon the tide.
IV.

"Their very walls the Teucrians shield no more.
Within the gates, amid the mounds the fray Is raging, and the trenches float with gore, While, ignorant, AEneas is away.
Is theirs no rest from leaguer--not a day?
Again a threatening enemy hangs o'er A new-born Troy! New foemen in array Swarm from AEtolian Arpi, and once more A son of Tydeus comes, as dreadful as before.
V.