Ici nous ignorons dans quel climat nous sommes ;
ici nous ignorons et les lieux et les hommes :
des honneurs solennels vous paîront vos bienfaits.

Instruct us of what skies, or what world's end, our storm-swept lives have found! Strange are these lands and people where we rove, compelled by wind and wave. Lo, this right hand shall many a victim on thine altar slay! — Virgil, Aeneid. Theodore C. Williams. trans. (Boston, MA: Houghton Mifflin Co., 1910) | But tell a stranger, long in tempests toss'd, what earth we tread, and who commands the coast? Then on your name shall wretched mortals call, and offer'd victims at your altars fall. — Virgil, Aeneid, John Dryden]. trans. (1697)