Ah, Palinurus, you were too trustful of the calm sky and sea. So you will lie, a shroudless form, on an unknown strand.

The gods thought otherwise.Dis aliter visum.

This is a tale of arms and of a man. Fated to be an exile, he was the first to sail from the land of Troy and reach Italy, at its Lavinian shore. He met many tribulations on his way both by land on on the ocean; high Heaven willed it, for Juno was ruthless and could not forget her anger.

Some of us looked in awed wonder at that massive horse, the gift for Minerva, the never-wed, which was to be our destruction.

How fortunate were you, thrice fortunate and more, whose luck it was to die under the high walls of Troy before your parents' eyes!

Woe! We are shipwrecked by fate, we are driven before the storm! (Latinus)

Live, and prosper, for all your adventures are past. We are called onwards from destiny to destiny. For you, your rest is won.

To each man shall his own free actions bring both his suffering and his good fortune. Jupiter is impartially king over all alike. The Fates will find the way.

To Romans I set no boundary in space or time. I have granted them dominion, and it has no end.