Virgil,
The Æneids of Virgil, Done into English Verse
“ Much about Lausus did he ask, and sore to men he spake To bid him back, or warning word from his sad sire to take.840 But Lausus dead his weeping folk were bearing on his shield; A mighty heart, to mighty hand the victory must he yield The father's soul foretaught of ill, afar their wail he knew, And fouled his hoar hair with the dust, and both his hands upthrew Toward heaven aloft; then clinging fast unto that lifeless one: "What lust," saith he, "of longer life so held my heart, O son, That thee, my son, I suffered thus to bare thee to the bane Instead of me ”
