Manners, not the laws, constrain To justice.

Freely, of our own accord, We mind the golden age, and virtues of our lord.
XXVIII.

"Now, I remember, old Auruncans told (Age dims, but memory can the tale retrace) How, born in Latium, Dardanus of old Went forth to northern Samos, styled of Thrace, And reached the towns at Phrygian Ida's base.
From Tuscan Corythus in days gone by He went, and now among the stars hath place, Throned in the golden palace of the sky.
On earth his altar marks one godhead more on high." XXIX.

He spake: Ilioneus this answer gave: "O King, blest seed of Faunus! Star nor strand Misled us, nor hath stress of storm or wave Forced us to seek the shelter of your land.
Freewill hath brought us hither, forethought planned Our flight; for we are outcasts, every one, The toil-worn remnant of an exiled band, Driven from a mighty empire; mightier none In bygone years was known beneath the wandering sun.
XXX.

"From Jove we spring; Jove Dardans hail with joy Their parent; he who sends us is our lord AEneas, Jove-born and a prince of Troy.
How fierce a tempest from Mycenae poured O'er Ida's fields; how Fate with fire and sword Made Europe clash with Asia, he hath known Whoe'er to Ocean's limits hath explored The utmost earth, or in the central zone Dwells, if a man there be, in torrid climes unknown.
XXXI.