vix prima inceperat aestas, et pater Anchises dare fatis vela iubebat: litora cum patriae lacrimans portusque relinquo et campos, ubi Troia fuit.
Scarcely had the beginning of summer come when my father Anchises bade us spread sails to Fate, and then with tears I quit my native shores and harbours, and the plains, where once was Troy.