Aeneid

Virgil

Vergil. The Aeneid of Virgil. Williams, Theodore, C, translator. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.

  1. But soon the chosen spouse of Jove perceived
  2. the Queen's infection; and because the voice
  3. of honor to such frenzy spoke not, she,
  4. daughter of Saturn, unto Venus turned
  5. and counselled thus: “How noble is the praise,
  6. how glorious the spoils of victory,
  7. for thee and for thy boy! Your names should be
  8. in lasting, vast renown—that by the snare
  9. of two great gods in league one woman fell!
  10. it 'scapes me not that my protected realms
  11. have ever been thy fear, and the proud halls
  12. of Carthage thy vexation and annoy.
  13. Why further go? Prithee, what useful end
  14. has our long war? Why not from this day forth
  15. perpetual peace and nuptial amity?
  16. Hast thou not worked thy will? Behold and see
  17. how Iove-sick Dido burns, and all her flesh
  18. 'The madness feels! So let our common grace
  19. smile on a mingled people! Let her serve
  20. a Phrygian husband, while thy hands receive
  21. her Tyrian subjects for the bridal dower!”