I.
Thee, may the Cyprian queen divine,
And Helen’s brethren, glittering sign,
And Æolus, the winds’ stern sire,
(Save Iapyx all his subjects bound,)
Ship! prosperous guide; that safe ashore
Our Virgil, to the Attic ground
Thou mayst, thy trusted freight, give o’er,
And save one half my soul entire.
II.