ei mihi quantum praesidium, Ausonia, et quantum tu perdis, Iule! Haec ubi deflevit, tolli miserabile corpus imperat, et toto lectos ex agmine mittit mille viros qui supremum comitentur honorem intersintque patris lacrimis, solacia luctus exigua ingentis, misero sed debita patri.
Ah me! how great a protection is lost to you, Ausonia, how great a one to you, Iulus!       His lamentation ended, he bids them raise the piteous corpse, and sends a thousand men chosen from his whole army to attend the last rite and share the fathers tears'scant solace for grief so vast, but owed to a fathers sorrow.