Next, for his friends and royal host he sent, Reveal'd his vision, and the gods' intent, With his own purpose.All, without delay, The will of Jove, and his desires obey.
They list with women each degenerate name, Who dares not hazard life for future fame.
These they cashier: the brave remaining few, Oars, banks, and cables, half consum'd, renew.
The prince designs a city with the plow;
The lots their sev'ral tenements allow.
This part is nam'd from Ilium, that from Troy, And the new king ascends the throne with joy;A chosen senate from the people draws;
Appoints the judges, and ordains the laws.
Then, on the top of Eryx, they begin A rising temple to the Paphian queen.
Anchises, last, is honor'd as a god;
A priest is added, annual gifts bestow'd, And groves are planted round his blest abode.
Nine days they pass in feasts, their temples crown'd;And fumes of incense in the fanes abound.
Then from the south arose a gentle breeze That curl'd the smoothness of the glassy seas;The rising winds a ruffling gale afford, And call the merry mariners aboard.
Now loud laments along the shores resound, Of parting friends in close embraces bound.
The trembling women, the degenerate train, Who shunn'd the frightful dangers of the main, Ev'n those desire to sail, and take their share Of the rough passage and the promis'd war:
Whom good Aeneas cheers, and recommends To their new master's care his fearful friends.