Latium be Latium still; let Alba reign And Rome's immortal majesty remain."Then thus the founder of mankind replies (Unruffled was his front, serene his eyes)"Can Saturn's issue, and heav'n's other heir, Such endless anger in her bosom bear?
Be mistress, and your full desires obtain;But quench the choler you foment in vain.
From ancient blood th' Ausonian people sprung, Shall keep their name, their habit, and their tongue.
The Trojans to their customs shall be tied:
I will, myself, their common rites provide;The natives shall command, the foreigners subside.
All shall be Latium; Troy without a name;And her lost sons forget from whence they came.
From blood so mix'd, a pious race shall flow, Equal to gods, excelling all below.
No nation more respect to you shall pay, Or greater off'rings on your altars lay."Juno consents, well pleas'd that her desires Had found success, and from the cloud retires.
The peace thus made, the Thund'rer next prepares To force the wat'ry goddess from the wars.
Deep in the dismal regions void of light, Three daughters at a birth were born to Night:
These their brown mother, brooding on her care, Indued with windy wings to flit in air, With serpents girt alike, and crown'd with hissing hair.
In heav'n the Dirae call'd, and still at hand, Before the throne of angry Jove they stand, His ministers of wrath, and ready still The minds of mortal men with fears to fill, Whene'er the moody sire, to wreak his hate On realms or towns deserving of their fate, Hurls down diseases, death and deadly care, And terrifies the guilty world with war.