Fortuna lustro prospera tertio Imperiis decus arrogavit. Italiae, dominaeque Romae ! Obstrepit Oceanus Britannis; Compositis venerantur armis. XV. AUGUSTI LAUDES. PHOEBUS volentem proelia me loqui Vela darem. Tua, Caesar, aetas Renewed abundance on our fields hath rained, Torn from proud Parthian colonnade; And fast the temple-gates hath made 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. After meet prayer to deities, And with our wives and families, And Ilium and Anchises sing, Fruges et agris rettulit uberes, Postibus, et vacuum duellis Et veteres revocavit artes Solis ab Hesperio cubili. Et miseras inimicat urbes. 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. |