"'Far better round Pachynus' point to steer, Though long the course, and tedious the delay, Than once dread Scylla to behold, or hear The rocks rebellow with her hell-hounds' bay.
This more, besides, I charge thee to obey, If any faith to Helenus be due, Or skill in prophecy the seer display, And mighty Phoebus hath inspired me true, These warning words I urge, and oft will urge anew: LVII.

"'Seek Juno first; great Juno's power adore; With suppliant gifts the potent queen constrain, And winds shall waft thee to Italia's shore.
There, when at Cumae landing from the main, Avernus' lakes and sounding woods ye gain, Thyself shalt see, within her rock-hewn shrine, The frenzied prophetess, whose mystic strain Expounds the Fates, to leaves of trees consign The notes and names that mark the oracles divine.
LVIII.

"'Whate'er the maiden on those leaves doth trace, In rows she sorts, and in the cave doth store.
There rest they, nor their sequence change, nor place, Save when, by chance, on grating hinge the door Swings open, and a light breath sweeps the floor, Or rougher blasts the tender leaves disperse.
Loose then they flutter, for she recks no more To call them back, and rearrange the verse; Untaught the votaries leave, the Sibyl's cave to curse.
LIX.

"'But linger thou, nor count thy lingering vain, Though comrades chide, and breezes woo the fleet.
Approach the prophetess; with prayer unchain Her voice to speak.

She shall the tale repeat Of wars in Italy, thy destined seat,-- What toils to shun, what dangers to despise,-- And make the triumph of thy quest complete.
Thou hast whate'er 'tis lawful to advise; Go, and with deathless deeds raise Ilion to the skies.' LX.