The sacred priest fast by the altar stands,
And joins in marriage-bond their plighted hands:
With peals of joy the vaulted roofs resound,
And Hymeneal songs are wafted all around.
And now Achates, by his prince fore-taught,
From out the camp the various presents brought.
Vests work'd with gold which Hector's consort gave,
Ere yet the Greeks had cross'd the briny wave;
A collar too, whose gems emitted flame,
And once the honour of the princely dame:
Nor was forgot a bowl insculptur'd high,
Pond'ious to bear, and beauteous to the eye,
Which on Anchises' board did whilom blaze,
The gift of Priam in his happier days.
This for Latinus good Achates brings,
Such royal presents kings may send to kings:
But the gay robes, and collar's radiant pride,
Are justly destin'd for the blooming bride.