This when the mother of the gods beheld, Her towery crown she shook, and stood reveal’d; Her brindled lions rein’d, unveil’d her head, And hovering o’er her favour’d fleet, she said: “Cease, Turnus, and the heavenly powers respect, Nor dare to violate what I protect. These galleys once fair trees on Ida stood, And gave their shade to each descending god. Nor shall consume; irrevocable fate Allots their being no determined date.”