he shall insultingly disperse the bones of Romulus, which [as yet] are free from the injuries of wind and sun.  Perhaps you all in general, or the better part of you, are inquisitive to know, what may be expedient, in order to escape [such] dreadful evils.  There can be no determination better than this; namely, to go wherever our feet will carry us, wherever the south or boisterous south-west shall summon us through the waves; in the same manner as the state of the Phocaeans fled, after having uttered execrations [against such as should return], and left their fields and proper dwellings and temples to be inhabited by boars and ravenous wolves.  Is this agreeable? has any one a better scheme to advise?  Why do we delay to go on ship-board under an auspicious omen?  But first let us swear to these conditions—­the stones shall swim upward, lifted from the bottom of the sea, as soon as it shall not be impious to return; nor let it grieve us to direct our sails homeward, when the Po shall wash the tops of the Matinian summits; or the lofty Apennine shall remove into the sea, or a miraculous appetite shall unite monsters by a strange kind of lust; Insomuch that tigers may delight to couple with hinds, and the dove be polluted with the kite; nor the simple herds may dread the brindled lions, and the he-goat, grown smooth, may love the briny main.  After having sworn to these things, and whatever else may cut off the pleasing:  hope of returning, let us go, the whole city of us, or at least that part which is superior to the illiterate mob:  let the idle and despairing part remain upon these inauspicious habitations.  Ye, that have bravery, away with effeminate grief, and fly beyond the Tuscan shore.  The ocean encircling the land awaits us; let us seek the happy plains and prospering Islands, where the untilled land yearly produces corn, and the unpruned vineyard punctually flourishes; and where the branch of the never-failing olive blossoms forth, and the purple fig adorns its native tree:  honey distills from the hollow oaks; the light water bounds down from the high mountains with a murmuring pace.  There the she-goats come to the milk-pails of their own accord, and the friendly flock return with their udders distended; nor does the bear at evening growl about the sheepfold, nor does the rising ground swell with vipers; and many more things shall we, happy [Romans], view with admiration:  how neither the rainy east lays waste the corn-fields with profuse showers, nor is the fertile seed burned by a dry glebe; the king of gods moderating both [extremes].  The pine rowed by the Argonauts never attempted to come hither; nor did the lascivious [Medea] of Colchis set her foot [in this place]:  hither the Sidonian mariners never turned their sail-yards, nor the toiling crew of Ulysses.  No contagious distempers hurt the flocks; nor does the fiery violence of any constellation scorch the herd.  Jupiter set apart these shores for a pious people, when he debased the golden age with brass:  with brass, then with iron he hardened the ages; from which there shall be a happy escape for the good, according to my predictions.