Aeneid 3.1–12

1After it had pleased the gods above to overthrow the power of Asia and Priam's undeserving race, and proud Ilium had fallen, and all Neptune's Troy smokes from the ground, we are driven by the auguries of the gods to seek far-scattered places of exile and deserted lands, and beneath Antandros itself and the mountains of Phrygian Ida we build a fleet, unsure where the fates may carry us, where we may be allowed to settle, and we gather our men. 8Summer had scarcely begun, and father Anchises was bidding us give our sails to the fates; 10when, weeping, I leave the shores of my homeland and its harbours and the plains where Troy once was: I am borne an exile onto the deep with my comrades and my son, the Penates and the great gods.