The Pious, for that in my ships I ever bear
My country’s gods, snatched from our burning Troy. My fame
O’erleaps the stars. My quest is Italy, a land
And race that mighty Jove hath promised me. For this,
With score of vessels staunch I braved the Phrygian sea,
By Venus’ star directed and by fate impelled.
But oh, alas for Venus’ star, alas for fate!
Scarce seven shattered barks survive the waves, and I—
And I, a beggared stranger, wander helpless here,
A fugitive from all the world.