O you who have borne even heavier things, to these too, God will grant an end!
Sing in me, muse, of arms and a man, who first from the shores of Troy.
Thus shall you go to the stars.
That man is the most loyal who aims at the noblest motive, and that motive the public good.
Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.
O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!