Aeneas: Them 'mid welling tears
Departing I addressed: "Live happily,
You whose own risks are now already passed;
We, from one fate are summoned to the next;
For you repose is won; no seas' expanse
Have you to plough, nor have you need to seek
Ausonian fields that ever back recede."
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Virgil, "The Aeneid"
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