Vergil, Aeneid 6.847-901

“Others will fashion softly-breathing bronzes—
this I believe; they will lead living faces from marble;
they will entreat more sweetly the causes, and they will demarcate paths
of the sky with a compass and shall invoke the rising heavens:
You, Roman, remember to rule with the people with decree;
these ares will be for you; and to establish law for peace,
to spare those vanquished, and to crush the haughty.”

Thus father Anchises spoke, and added these to him marveling:
“Behold, as marked Marcellus enters with splendid spoils,
and he, the victor, towers above all men!
Here the equestrian will stop the Roman work with a great
shaking tumult; he will lay low the Phoenicians and rebellious Gauls,
and hang up the thirdly-captured arms to the father Quirinus.”
And here Aeneas (for he did see a youth, extraordinary in respect
to form and refulgent arms to together [with Marcellus]; moreover, his
brow was too little happy, and his gaze was with face downturned.)
said, “Who, father, is that of the man, who thus follows him going?
Is he a son, or someone from the great stock of the man?
What uproar is about the follower! Such dignity in himself!
But black night flies about his head with sad shade.”
Then the father Anchises began with tears arisen:
“O child, do not bewail the great grief of your kind;
hence the fates will reveal lands, nor will it be permitted
to be more. Excessively, gods, has the powerful Roman race
been seen to you, if these gifts alone had been given.
That camp of Mars leads such groans of men to the
great city! Or, Tiber, what funerals will you see,
when they will pass the recent tomb! Nor will any
child bear Latin grandfathers of the Trojan kind towards
such from hope, nor ever will the Roman land boast
so of itself from any progeny. Alas piety, alas pristine
faith, proper and unconquerable in war! Not any would have
borne himself unpunished before Marcellus in respect to
armament, whether when the foorsoldier goes towards the enemy,
or when he spurs the flanks of his foaming horse with goads.

“Alas, pitiable boy, if only you might somehow break past the harsh fates–.
You will be Marcellus. Give me lilies with full [manibus]
that I might scatter purple flowers, and that I might honour
at least the hears of the grandson with these gifts, and that I might
fulfill useless duty.” Thus they wander about in respect to the whole region
in the wide fields of fog and they traverse all [places].
Afterwards, Anchises led his child through each, which
kindled the mind of coming rumour with love,
then he recalls wars to the man which thence would be for waging,
and he tells about the Laurentian peoples and the city of Latium,
and in what manner he might both flee and bear each labour.

The twin gates are of sleep, one of which bears horns,
by which an easy egress is given for honest shades,
the second made shining with gleaming ivory,
but the Manes send false dreams [hence] to the sky.
There then, Anchises follows together his child and the Sibyl
with these words and dismisses them from the ivory door;
Aeneas passes through the road to the ships and returns to his men.
Then he bears himself to the port of Caieta in a straight route.
The anchor is thrown from the prow; the ships stand at the shore.

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