Aetheria tum forte plaga crinitus Apollo desuper Ausonias acies urbemque videbat nube sedens, atque his victorem adfatur Iulum: macte nova virtute, puer, sic itur ad astra, dis genite et geniture deos.
Then it chanced that in the realm of sky long-haired Apollo, cloud-enthroned, was looking down on the Ausonian lines and town, and thus he addresses triumphant Iulus: A blessing, boy, on your young valour! So man scales the stars, you son of gods and sire of gods to be!