Still sits the bird on Tityos' breast,The warder of Unlawful love;Still suffers lewd Pirithous, prestBy massive chains no hand may move.Jove rules in heaven, his thunder shows;Henceforth Augustus earth shall ownHer present god, now Briton foesAnd Persians bow before his throne.Has Crassus' soldier ta'en to wifeA base barbarian, and grown grey(Woe, for a nation's tainted life!)Earning his foemen-kinsmen's pay,His king, forsooth, a Mede, his sireA Marsian? can he name forget,Gown, sacred shield, undying fire,And Jove and Rome are standing yet?