genitor mihi talia namque (nunc repeto) Anchises fatorum arcana reliquit: cum te, nate, fames ignota ad litora vectum accisis coget dapibus consumere mensas, tum sperare domos defessus, ibique memento prima locare manu molirique aggere tecta.
For my father Anchises - now I remember - passed on to me this secret of destiny: "My son, when you are carried to an unfamiliar shore and hunger forces you to eat your furniture as food runs out, then in your exhaustion, look for a place to call home, and remember to first construct your dwellings by hand and protect them with a mound."