Alfred on Virgil
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βMy lord, you know what Virgil singsβ Woman is various and most mutable.β
βRoman Virgil, thou that singest Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire.β
βThou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word.β
βThou that seest Universal Nature moved by Universal Mind; Thou majestic in thy sadness at the doubtful doom of human kind.β
βSound for ever of Imperial Rome.β
βI salute thee, Mantovano, I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.β