"Dear Father, get upon my shoulders streight, Nor shall your Burthen be to me a Weight. What ever chance, one common Danger we Shall equal share, to both one safety be: I shall Ascanius my Companion chuse; My Wife must follow, but some distance use."

"Various Arts by study might be wrought Up to their height."

"But may the Earth first swallow me alive, Or Jove's dire Thunder sink me down to Hell, Where Shades, pale Shades, of Night eternal dwell, E're I with Shame, and those dear Ties dispense: He who my first Love had, hath born it hence, And in his Grave for ever let it rest."

"Ascanius did embrace My hand, and follow'd with no equal pace."

"What dares not impious man for cursed Gold!"

"Speechless I was, upright did stand my Hair."

"Those that can Help, to Hurt may find a way."

"So great the Task to raise the Roman State!"

"Why prattle we like children at their play, Spending thus idle breath, enough to freight An able vessel of the primer rate? Our tongues are voluble, and store of words Invention on all arguments affords, Scatter'd on fresh occasions here and there, And what thou say'st thou shalt from others hear. Let us no longer vainly thus contend, Like fenceless women, railing to no end."

"That prudent Hero's wandering, Muse, rehearse, Who (Troy b'ing sack'd) coasting the Universe, Saw many Cities, and their various Modes; Much suffering, tost by Storms on raging Floods, His Friends conducting to their Native Coast: But all in vain, for he his Navy lost, And they their Lives, prophanely feasting on Herds consecrated to the glorious Sun; Who much incens'd obstructed so their way, They ne'er return'd: Jove's Daughter this display."

"Loud Threatnings make men stubborn, but kind Words Pierce gentle Breasts sooner than sharpest Swords."

"But Ajax now no longer thought it good To keep his post, and stand where others stood."

"Arms, and the Man I sing, who first did land, Fate-forc'd from Troy, on the Lavinian Strand; Whom angry Gods at Sea and Land engage, And cruel Juno's persecuting Rage. Much suffer'd he by War, whilst Walls he rear'd, And Trojan Gods to Latian Realms transferr'd; Whence Latins, and the Alban Princes come, And lofty Tow'rs of all-commanding Rome."

"Why com'st thou like a girl with blubber'd eyes, Who running by her busie mother cries To be ta'en up, and by her garments holds, Till she the fondling in her arms infolds."

"Can in Celestial minds such Passion reign?"

"Arcadians both, in youth both flourishing, Both match'd to sing, to answer both prepar'd."

"Live, and with Hope such happy Dayes expect. This said, although opprest with weighty Care, He shews glad Looks, and hides his deep Despair."

"Then let him swear he ne'er the lady knew, And did with her as men with women do."

"Then in a chair, with a rich cushion grac'd And a carv'd foot-stool, he Minerva plac'd. There 'gainst a column sets her lance, where stood Ulysses' javelins, planted like a wood."

"With cruell tusks a savage boar imploys, Who all king Œneus' fertile fields destroys: The stately trees tore from their fiber'd roots, Silver'd with blossoms of delicious fruits."

"They say the Deity Is mix'd through Earth, the Sea, and lofty Skie."

"Come, let us arm with speed; and let us two Try, what our forces may united do."

"Nor is there place for Death."

"If I may great things compare with Small."

"Ah! much those ancient heroes were of old As patterns of benignity extoll'd: Whom, though their bosoms did with anger boil; Rich gifts and softer words would reconcile."

"Like a burnt stake, half stuck upon his shield; The other half lay broken in the field."

"Having drown'd her sparkling Eyes in tears."

"Now know I what Love is."

"Achilles Peleus Son's destructive Rage, Great Goddess, sing, which did the Greeks engage In many Woes, and mighty Hero's Ghosts Sent down untimely to the Stygian Coasts: Devouring Vultures on their Bodies prey'd, And greedy Dogs, (so was Jove's Will obey'd;) Because Great Agamemnon fell at odds With stern Achilles, Off-spring of the Gods."

"But time irreparable hasts away."

"O Divine Poet, me thy Verses please More than soft slumber laid in quiet ease."

"Farewell, farewel, Night shades my Body o're, Stretching my hands, t'embrace thee, thine no more."

"Him here he found preparing for the field His bow, his breast-plate, and his glittering shield: Whilst beauteous Helen 'mongst her maids in state Their several works and tasks disposing sate."

"Wilt thou, dear daughter, grant me one request, Or still old grudges foster in thy breast, Because thou Troy, and I the Grecians aid?"

"There had his flesh been rent, fractur'd his bones, 'Mongst rowling pebbles, and sharp pointed stones."

"His active Soul a thousand waies divides, And swift through all imaginations glides."

"Happy is he that hidden causes knowes."

"Who a Lover can deceive?"

"Yet I a way to raise my self have found, Shall make my Name through all the World renown'd."