"Comrades, great deeds have been achieved to-day; Let not the morrow trouble you.

See there The tyrant's spoils, the first-fruits of the fray.
And this my work, Mezentius.

Now prepare To king Latinus and his walls to fare.
Let hope forestall, and courage hail the fray, So, when the gods shall summon us to bear The standards forth, and muster our array, No fears shall breed dull sloth, nor ignorance delay.
IV.

"Our co-mates now commit we to the ground, Sole honour that in Acheron below Awaits them.

Go ye, on these souls renowned, Who poured their blood, to purchase from the foe This country for our fatherland, bestow The last, sad gift, the tribute of a tomb.
First to Evander's city, whelmed in woe, Send Pallas back, whom Death's relentless doom Hath reft ere manhood's prime, and plunged in early gloom." V.