Troiae sub moenibus altis tot gnati cecidere deum, quin occidit una Sarpedon, mea progenies; etiam sua Turnum fata vocant metasque dati pervenit ad aevi.
Under Troys high walls fell those many sons of gods; indeed, with them fell my own child Sarpedon. For Turnus too his own fate calls, and he has reached the goal of his allotted years.