Fortuna lustro prospera tertio 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; Obstrepit Oceanus Britannis; Te non paventis funera Galliae, XV. AUGUSTI LAUDES. PHOEBUS volentem proelia me loqui Ne parva Tyrrhenum per aequor Vela darem. Tua, Caesar, aetas Renewed abundance on our fields hath rained, Torn from proud Parthian colonnade; 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, And with our wives and families, Let us, as used our sires, the virtuous deeds And Ilium and Anchises sing, And them who from boon Venus spring. Fruges et agris rettulit uberes, Custode rerum Caesare, non furor Non ira, quae procudit enses 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. |