"In rolling ages there shall come the day When heirs of old Assaracus shall tame Phthia and proud Mycene to obey, And terms of peace to conquered Greeks proclaim.
Caesar, a Trojan,--Julius his name, Drawn from the great Iulus--shall arise, And compass earth with conquest, heaven with fame, Him, crowned with vows and many an Eastern prize, Thou, freed at length from care, shalt welcome to the skies.
XXXIX.

"Then wars shall cease and savage times grow mild, And Remus and Quirinus, brethren twain, With hoary Faith and Vesta undefiled, Shall give the law.

With iron bolt and chain Firm-closed the gates of Janus shall remain.
Within, the Fiend of Discord, high reclined On horrid arms, unheeded in the fane, Bound with a hundred brazen knots behind, And grim with gory jaws, his grisly teeth shall grind." XL.

So saying, the son of Maia down he sent, To open Carthage and the Libyan state, Lest Dido, weetless of the Fates' intent, Should drive the Trojan wanderers from her gate.
With feathered oars he cleaves the skies, and straight On Libya's shores alighting, speeds his hest.
The Tyrians, yielding to the god, abate Their fierceness.

Dido, more than all the rest, Warms to her Phrygian friends, and wears a kindly breast.
XLI.