The Prophecy of Capys (20)

    ``And such as is the War-god, The author of thy line, And such as she who suckled thee, Even such be thou and thine. Leave to the soft Campanian His baths and his perfumes； Leave to the sordid race of Tyre Their dyeing-vats and looms； Leave to the sons of Carthage The rudder and the oar； Leave to the Greek his marble Nymphs And scrolls of wordy lore.