Book I - Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies

She said, and sighing thus the god replies,

Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies:

"What hast thou asked? Ah, why should Jove engage

In foreign contests, and domestic rage,

The gods' complaints, and Juno's fierce alarms,

While I, too partial, aid the Trojan arms?

Go, lest the haughty partner of my sway

With jealous eyes thy close access survey;

But part in peace, secure thy prayer is sped:

Witness the sacred honours of our head,

The nod that ratifies the will divine,

The faithful, fixed, irrevocable sign;

This seals thy suit, and this fulfils thy vows—"