Fortuna lustro prospera tertio
Belli secundos reddidit exitus,
Laudemque et optatum peractis
Imperiis decus arrogavit.

Te Cantaber non ante domabilis,

Medusque, et Indus; te profugus Scythes Miratur, o tutela praesens

Italiae, dominaeque Romae!

Te fontium qui celat origines,

Nilusque, et Ister; te rapidus Tigris;
Te beluosus qui remotis

Obstrepit Oceanus Britannis;

Te non paventis funera Galliae,
Duraeque tellus audit Hiberiae:
Te caede gaudentes Sigambri
Compositis venerantur armis.

XV. AUGUSTI LAUDES.

PHOEBUS volentem proelia me loqui
Victas et urbes increpuit lyra,

Ne parva Tyrrhenum per aequor

Vela darem. Tua, Caesar, aetas

Renewed abundance on our fields hath rained,
And standards for our Jupiter regained

Torn from proud Parthian colonnade;
And fast the temple-gates hath made
Of Quirine Janus, vacant now of war;
And 'gainst unbridled licence raised a bar

Of ordinances just; and banished crime, And called back modes of ancient time, Whereby the Latin name, and Italy's Strength and renown increased, and outstretched is The empire's majesty from close

Of westering sun to whence he rose. While Caesar rules, nor civil fury nor Force shall against the public quiet war, Nor hate, which falchions fabricates

And discord sows 'twixt hapless states.

Not they who of deep Danube drink, not Getes Shall break the edicts which the Julian metes; Nor Seres, Persians false, nor those

Born hard by where the Tanais flows.

So both on working and on holy days,
Mid gifts which the vine's jocund god purveys,
After meet prayer to deities,

And with our wives and families,

Let us, as used our sires, the virtuous deeds
Of chiefs, in verses set to Lydian reeds,

And Ilium and Anchises sing,

And them who from boon Venus spring.

Fruges et agris rettulit uberes,
Et signa nostro restituit Jovi
Derepta Parthorum superbis
Postibus, et vacuum duellis
Janum Quirini clausit, et ordinem
Rectum evaganti frena licentiae
Injecit, emovitque culpas,
Et veteres revocavit artes
Per quas Latinum nomen et Italae
Crevere vires famaque, et imperi
Porrecta majestas ad ortus
Solis ab Hesperio cubili.

Custode rerum Caesare, non furor
Civilis aut vis exiget otium,

Non ira, quae procudit enses
Et miseras inimicat urbes.
Non qui profundum Danubium bibunt
Edicta rumpent Julia, non Getae,
Non Seres, infidive Persae,

Non Tanaïn prope flumen orti. Nosque et profestis lucibus et sacris, Inter jocosi munera Liberi,

Cum prole matronisque nostris, Rite deos prius apprecati, Virtute functos, more patrum, duces Lydis remixto carmine tibiis,

Trojamque et Anchisen et almae

Progeniem Veneris canemus.

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