The Aeneid - pg. 103

"Son, bestir yourself,

Call up the Zephyrs, take to your wings and glide.

Approach the Dardan captain where he tarries

Rapt in Tyrian Carthage, losing sight

Of future towns the fates ordain. Correct him,

Carry my speech to him on the running winds:

No son like this did his enchanting mother

Promise to us, nor such did she deliver

Twice from peril at the hands of Greeks.

He was to be the ruler of Italy,

Potential empire, armorer of war;

To father men from Teucer's noble blood

And bring the whole world under law's dominion.

If glories to be won by deeds like these

Cannot arouse him, if he will not strive

For his own honor, does he begrudge his son,

Ascanius, the high strongholds of Rome?

What has he in mind? What hope, to make him stay

Amid a hostile race, and lose from view

Ausonian progeny, Lavinian lands?

The man should sail: that is the whole point

Let this be what you tell him, as from me."