"What madness seiz'd thee, Daunian, in the thought,
That we by Heaven's appointment hither brought,
Here planted by the thunderer's decree,
Could from our mansions be expell'd by thee?
Oh rash, the will celestial to oppose,
To anger Jove, and make the gods thy foes.
At length the utmost of thy rage is done
'Gainst Teucer's race with breach of league begun:
Lo, future times from this instructive day
Almighty Jove shall fear to disobey;
And learn from dread example, to abhor
The crime of kindling, without cause, a war.
Now boast thy arms: a noble corse thou'rt laid;
Since such a price thou for Lavinia paid:
Nor yet shall fame to thy dishonour tell,
That thou defeated by Eneas fell.
But, oh Rutulians, bear away your chief,
Funereal rites perform, indulge your grief;
With all his arms your hero I restore,
Except the belt which erst young Pallas wore;
That, to his hoary sire I mean to send,
Perhaps some comfort may the gift attend:
The sullen joy that slak'd revenge bestows,
May sooth his soul, and mollify his woes.
And ye, Ausonians, under better stars
Shall lead your legions to successful wars,
If justice wield the sword. I never sought
To harm your friends, but self-defending fought,
To save my own the hostile steel I drew,
Fate crown'd my honest aim, and frown'd on you."