Groaned at the sight of love for his dear father,
And down his cheeks the tears rolled. (10.1108-1110)
"Did such pleasure
In being alive enthrall me, son, that I
Allowed you whom I sired to take my place
Before the enemy sword? Am I, your father,
Saved by your wounds, by your death do I live?" (10.1184-1188)
"Learn fortitude and toil from me, my son,
Ache of true toil. Good fortune learn from others.
My sword arm now will be your shield in battle
And introduce you to the boons of war.
When, before long, you come to man's estate,
Be sure that you recall this. Harking back
For models in your family, let your father,
Aeneas, and uncle, Hector, stir your heart." (12.595-602)