Arms, and the man I sing, who, forc'd by fate,<br/>And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate,<br/>Expell'd and exil'd, left the Trojan shore.<br/>Long labors, both by sea and land, he bore,<br/>And in the doubtful war, before he won<br/>The Latian realm, and built the destin'd town;<br/>His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine,<br/>And settled sure succession in his line,<br/>From whence the race of Alban fathers come,<br/>And the long glories of majestic Rome.