For thy feet a surer than all beside—
A foreign hostess, and a foreign bride.
Face trials; turn thy back upon no foe;
By paths, however strait, Chance-opened, go.
Where wilt thou not in Italy beg aid?
If to no purpose, be not thou dismayed.
Fortune loves strange means; how but for me have known
Thy dawn would break first from forth a Greek town?”
Æneas spoke not; for again the jar,
Bellowing, shrieking, roaring—civil war