"Here let them rest, who care not for renown, And build their walls, and, if our host assent, Acesta from Acestes name the town." Such counsel cheered him, but his breast is rent With trouble, musing on the dark event.
And now black Night, upon her course midway, With ebon car had climbed the steep ascent, When, gliding down before him as he lay, His father's phantom stood, and speaking, seemed to say: XCIX.

"O dearer than the life, while life remained, My son, by Troy's hard destinies sore tried, Hither I come at Jove's command, who deigned Thy burning ships to save, and pitying-eyed Beholds thy sorrows.

Hear then, nor deride The grey-haired Nautes, for his words are good.
Choice youths, the bravest, for thy quest provide.
Stout hearts ye need in Italy, for rude And rough the Latin race, and hard to be subdued.
C.

"But seek thou first the nether realms of Dis, And through Avernus tread the dark domain To meet me.

Not in Tartarus' abyss, Sad shades of sin and never-ending pain, I dwell, but on the blest Elysian plain Join with the just in fellowship.