The Aeneid - pg. 23

We had a king, Aeneas -- none more just,
More zealous, greater in warfare and in arms.
If fate preserves him, if he does not yet
Lie spent amid the insensible shades but still
Takes nourishment of air, we need fear nothing;
Neaither need you repent of being first
In courtesy, to outdo us. IScily too
Has towns and plowlands and a famous king
Of Trojan blood, Acestes. May we be
Permitted here to beach our damaged ships,
Hew timbers in your forest, cut new oars,
And either sail again for Latium, happily,
If we recover shipmates and our king,
Or else, if that security is lost,
If Libyan waters hoold you, Lord Aeneas,
Best of Trojans, hope of Iulus gone,
We may at least cross over to Sicily
From which we came, to homesteads ready there,
And take Acestes for our king."