quid pestem evadere belli iuvit et Argolicos medium fugisse per ignis totque maris vastaeque exhausta pericula terrae, dum Latium Teucri recidivaque Pergama quaerunt? non satius cineres patriae insedisse supremos atque solum quo Troia fuit? Xanthum et Simoenta redde, oro, miseris iterumque revolvere casus da, pater, Iliacos Teucris.
What has it availed to escape the plague of war, to have fled through the midst of Argive fires, to have exhausted all the perils of sea and desolate lands, while his Teucrians seek Latium and a newborn Troy? Would it not be better to have settled on the last ashes of their country, and the soil where once was Troy? Restore, I pray, Xanthus and Simois to a hapless people, and let the Teucrians relive once more the woes of Ilium!