...ve climbed; and willingly I found thee place and share in our Olympian realm. So blame not me, but hear, Juturna, what sore grief is thine: while chance and destiny conceded aught of strength to Latium 's cause, I shielded well both Turnus and thy city's wall; but now I see our youthful champion make his war with fates adverse. The Parcae's day of doom implacably impends. My eyes refuse to Iook...