Against our coast appears a spacious land,
Which once the fierce Lycurgus did command,
（Thracia the name—the people bold in war;
Vast are their fields, and tillage is their care,)
A hospitable realm while Fate was kind,
With Troy in friendship and religion join'd.
I land; with luckless omens then adore
Their gods, and draw a line along the shore;
I lay the deep foundations of a wall,
And Aenos, nam'd from me, the city call.
Vergil. Aeneid. John Dryden. trans. XXX. XXX. XXX.
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