E'en as in Crete the Labyrinth of old Between blind walls its secret hid from view, With wildering ways and many a winding fold, Wherein the wanderer, if the tale be true, Roamed unreturning, cheated of the clue: Such tangles weave the Teucrians, as they feign Fighting or flying, and the game renew: So dolphins, sporting on the watery plain, Cleave the Carpathian waves and distant Libya's main.
LXXXI.

These feats Ascanius to his people showed, When girdling Alba Longa; there with joy The ancient Latins in the pastime rode, Wherein the princely Dardan, as a boy, Was wont his Trojan comrades to employ.
To Alban children from their sires it came, And mighty Rome took up the "game of Troy," And called the players "Trojans," and the name Lives on, as sons renew the hereditary game.
LXXXII.

Thus far to blest Anchises they defrayed The funeral rites; when Fortune turned unkind, Forsook her faith.

For while the games were played Before the tomb, Saturnian Juno's mind New schemes, to glut her ancient wrath, designed.
Iris she calls, and bids the Goddess go Down to the Ilian fleet, and breathes a wind To waft her on.

So, borne upon her bow Of myriad hues, unseen, the maiden hastes below.
LXXXIII.