I that my slender oaten pipe in verse was wont to sound
Of woods, and next to that I taught for husbandmen the ground,
How fruit unto their greedy lust they might constrain to bring,
A work of thanks: Lo now of Mars, and dreadful wars I sing,
Of arms, and of the man of Troy, that first by fatal flight
Did thence arrive to Lavine land, that now Italia hight.
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