Distrust not, nor esteem These words of idle worth, the coinage of a dream.
VI.

"Hard by, beneath yon oak-trees, thou shalt see A huge, white swine, and, clustering around Her teats, are thirty young ones, white as she.
There shall thy labour with repose be crown'd, Thy city set.

There Alba's walls renowned, When twice ten times hath rolled the circling year, Called Alba Longa, shall Ascanius found.
Sure stands the word; and now attend and hear, How best through present straits a prosperous course to steer.
VII.

"Arcadians here, a race of old renown, From Pallas sprung, with king Evander came, And on the hill-side built a chosen town, Called Pallanteum, from their founder's name.
Year after year they ply the war's rude game With Latins.

Go, and win them to thy side, Bid them as fellows to thy camp, and frame A league.