Fate urg'd their Course; and long they wander'd o'er
The boundless Ocean, tost from Shore to Shore.
So vast the Work to build so vast a Frame,
And raise the Glories of the Roman Name!45
Scarce from Sicilian Shores the shouting Train
Spread their broad Sails, and plow'd the foamy Main;
When haughty Juno thus her Rage exprest;
Th' eternal Wound still rankling in her Breast.
Then must I stop? are all my Labours vain?50
And must this Trojan Prince in Latium reign?
Belike, the Fates may baffle Juno's Aims;
And why could Pallas, with avenging Flames,
Burn a whole Navy of the Grecian Ships,
And whelm the scatter'd Argives in the Deeps?55
She, for the Crime of Ajax, from above
Launch'd thro' the Clouds the fiery Bolts of Jove;
Dash'd wide his Fleet, and, as her Tempest flew,
Expos'd the ocean's inmost Deeps to View.
Then
