Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.

Hug the shore; let others try the deep.

Fortune sides with he who dares

I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.

Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.

If ye despise the human race, and mortal arms, yet remember that there is a God who is mindful of right and wrong.

I shudder when relating it.