The Aeneid by Virgil Page B

and unforgetting
                anger of Juno. Great too were his sufferings in war before he
                could found his city and carry his gods into Latium. This was
                the beginning of the Latin race, the Alban fathers and the high
                walls of Rome. Tell me, Muse, the causes of her anger. How did
                he violate the will of the Queen of the Gods? What was his
10           offence? Why did she drive a man famous for his piety to such
                endless hardship and such suffering? Can there be so much
                anger in the hearts of the heavenly gods?
                    There was an ancient city held by colonists from Tyre, opposite
                Italy and the distant mouth of the river Tiber. It was a city
                of great wealth and ruthless in the pursuit of war. Its name was
                Carthage, and Juno is said to have loved it more than any other
                place, more even than Samos. Here the goddess kept her armour.
                Here was her chariot, and this was the city she had long
20           favoured, intending to give it sovereignty over the peoples of
                the earth, if only the Fates would allow it. But she had heard
                that there was rising from the blood of Troy a race of men who
                in days to come would overthrow this Tyrian citadel; a people
                proud in war and rulers of a great empire would come to sack
                the land of Libya; this is the destiny the Fates were unrolling.
                These were the fears of the daughter of Saturn, and she had not
                forgotten the war she had fought long since at Troy for her
                beloved Argos, nor had her bitter resentment and the reasons
                for it ever left her mind. There still rankled deep in her heart the
                judgement of Paris and the injustice of the slight to her beauty,
                her loathing for the whole stock of Dardanus and her fury at
                the honours done to Ganymede, whom her husband Jupiter had
                carried off to be his cup-bearer. With all this fuelling her anger
30           she was keeping the remnants of the Trojans, those who had
                escaped the savagery of Achilles and the Greeks, far away from
                Latium, driven by the Fates to wander year after year round all
                the oceans of the world. So heavy was the cost of founding the
                Roman race.
                    The Trojans were in high spirits. They were almost out of
                sight of Sicily and heading for the open sea with the wind astern
                and their bronze prows churning the salt sea to foam, as Juno
                brooded, still nursing the eternal wound deep in her breast: ‘Am
                I to admit defeat and give up my attempt to keep the king of the
                Trojans away from Italy? So the Fates do not approve! Yet
40            Pallas Athene could fire the fleet and drown my own Argives in
                the sea because of the guilt of one man, the mad passion of Ajax,
                son of Oileus. With her own hand she threw the consuming fire
                of Jupiter from the clouds, shattering his ships and