Quare agite, o tectis, iuvenes, succedite nostris.
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra;
non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
(Vergil, Aen. 1.627-630)
So come, young soldiers, welcome to our house.
My destiny, harrying me with trials hard as yours,
led me as well, at last, to anchor in this land.
Schooled in suffering, now I learn to comfort those who suffer too.
(tr. Robert Fagles)