[274] Sends me to you from bright Olympus: the king of the gods [275] Gave me this message to carry express through the air:—What do you [276] Aim at or hope for, idling and fiddling here in Libya? [277] If you’re indifferent to your own high destiny [278] And for your own renown you will make no effort at all, [279] Think of your young hopeful, Ascanius, growing to manhood, [280] The inheritance which you owe him—an Italian kingdom, the soil of Rome. [281] Such were the words which Mercury delivered;