I (woll now) sing (if that I can,) The armes and also the man, That first came through his destinie, Fugitive fro Troy the countrie Into Itaile, with full much pine, Unto the stronds of Lavine. —CHAUCER, _House of Fame_. Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by Fate, And haughty Juno’s unrelenting hate, Expelled and exiled, left the Trojan shore, Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore, And in the doubtful war, before he won The Latian realm, and built the destined town; His banished gods restored to rites divine, And settled sure succession in his line, From whence the race of Alban fathers come And the long glories of majestic Rome. —DRYDEN. I sing of arms, I sing of him, who from the Trojan land, Thrust forth by Fate, to Italy and that Lavinian strand First came: all tost about was he on earth and on the deep By heavenly might for Juno’s wrath, that had no mind to sleep: And plenteous war he underwent ere he his town might frame, And set his gods in Latian earth, whence is the Latin name. And father-folk of Alba-town, and walls of mighty Rome. —MORRIS. Arms and the man I sing, who first, By Fate of Ilian realm amerced, To fair Italia onward bore, And landed on Lavinium’s shore:— Long tossing earth and ocean o’er, By violence of heaven, to sate Fell Juno’s unrelenting hate; Much labored too in battle-field, Striving his city’s walls to build, And give his gods a home: Thence come the hardy Latin brood, The ancient sires of Alba’s blood, And lofty-rampired Rome. —CONINGTON. I sing of arms, and of the man who first Came from the coasts of Troy to Italy And the Lavinian shores, exiled by fate, Much was he tossed about upon the lands And in the ocean by supernal powers, Because of cruel Juno’s sleepless wrath. Many things also suffered he in war, Until he built a city, and his gods Brought into Latium; whence the Latin race, The Alban sires and walls of lofty Rome. —CRANCH. I sing of war, I sing the man who erst, From off the shore of Troy fate-hunted, came To the Lavinian coast in Italy, Hard pressed on land and sea, the gods malign, Fierce Juno’s hate unslaked. Much too in war He bore while he a city built, and set His gods in Latium. Thence the Latin race, Our Alban sires, the walls of haughty Rome. —LONG.