Why tell of wars from Tyre, A brother's threats?
Well know I Juno's grace And heaven's propitious auspices conspire To find for Trojans here the home of their desire.
VII.

"Sister, how glorious even now these towers, What realm shall rise, with such a wondrous pair When Teucrian arms join fellowship with ours, What glory shall the Punic state upbear! Pray thou to heaven and, having gained thy prayer, Indulge thy welcome, and thy guest entreat To tarry.

Bid him winter's storms beware; Point to Orion's watery star, the fleet Still shattered, and the skies for mariners unmeet." VIII.

So fanned, her passion kindled into flame: Hope scattered scruples, and her doubts gave way, And loosed were all the lingering ties of shame.
First to the fane the sisters haste away, And there for peace at every shrine they pray, And chosen ewes, as ancient rites ordain, To Sire Lyaeus, to the God of Day, And Ceres, giver of the law, are slain, And most to Juno's power, who guards the nuptial chain.
IX.

Herself, the lovely Dido, bowl in hand, O'er a white heifer's forehead pours the wine, Or by the Gods' rich altars takes her stand, And piles the gifts, and o'er the slaughtered kine Pores, from the quivering heartstrings to divine The doom of Fate.