to city, when the young chivalry of old Laomedon anchored
their ships on the river’s grassy bank.
Æneas and his chief captains, and Iulus young and fair,
lay their limbs to rest under the boughs of a lofty tree; 10
there they spread the banquet, putting cakes of flour along
the sward to support the food—such was Jove’s high inspiration—and
rearing on the wheaten foundation a pile
of wilding fruits. It chanced that when the rest was eaten,
the want of meat forced them to ply their tooth on those 15
scanty gifts of Ceres—to profane with venturous hand and