Procas, dear To Trojans, Capys, Numitor are here, And he, whose surname shall revive thine own.
Silvius AEneas, like his great compeer Alike for piety and arms well known, If e'er, by Fate's decree, he mount the Alban throne.
CII.

"What youths! what strength! what promise of renown! Behold the wreaths of civic oak they wear.
First founders these of many a glorious town, Nomentum, Gabii and Fidenae fair; They on the mountain pinnacles shall rear Collatia's fortress, and Pometii found, The camp of Inuus, which foemen fear, Bola and Cora, names to be renowned, Albeit inglorious now, for nameless is the ground.
CIII.

"See Romulus, beside his grandsire's shade, Offspring of Mars and Ilia, and the line Of old Assaracus.

See there displayed, The double crest upon his helm, the sign, Stamped by his sire, to mark his birth divine.
Henceforth, beneath his auspices, shall rise That Rome, whose glories through the world shall shine; Far as wide earth's remotest boundary lies, Her empire shall extend her genius to the skies.
CIV.

"Seven hills her single rampart shall embrace, Seven citadels her girdling wall contain, Thrice blest, beyond all cities, in a race Of heroes, destined to adorn her reign.
So, with a hundred grandsons in her train, Thrice blest, the Mother of the Gods, whose shrine Is Berecynthus, rides the Phrygian plain, Tower-crowned, the queen of an immortal line, All habitants of heaven, and all of seed divine.
CV.