The man resolved, and steady to his trust,
  Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just,
  May the rude rabble’s insolence despise,
  Their senseless clamours and tumultuous cries;
  The tyrant’s fierceness he beguiles,
  And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies,
  And with superior greatness smiles. 
     Not the rough whirlwind, that deforms
  Adria’s black gulf, and vexes it with storms,
  The stubborn virtue of his soul can move;
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  Not the red arm of angry Jove,
  That flings the thunder from the sky,
  And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. 
     Should the whole frame of nature round him break,
  In ruin and confusion hurled,
  He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack,
  And stand secure amidst a falling world. 
     Such were the godlike arts that led
  Bright Pollux to the blest abodes;
  Such did for great Alcides plead,
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  And gained a place among the gods;
  Where now Augustus, mixed with heroes, lies,
  And to his lips the nectar bowl applies: 
  His ruddy lips the purple tincture show,
  And with immortal strains divinely glow. 
     By arts like these did young Lyaeus [11] rise: 
  His tigers drew him to the skies,
  Wild from the desert and unbroke: 
  In vain they foamed, in vain they stared,
  In vain their eyes with fury glared;
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  He tamed them to the lash, and bent them to the yoke. 
     Such were the paths that Rome’s great founder trod,
  When in a whirlwind snatched on high,
  He shook off dull mortality,
  And lost the monarch in the god. 
  Bright Juno then her awful silence broke,
  And thus the assembled deities bespoke. 
     ‘Troy,’ says the goddess, ’perjured Troy has felt
  The dire effects of her proud tyrant’s guilt;
  The towering pile, and soft abodes,
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  Walled by the hand of servile gods,
  Now spreads its ruins all around,
  And lies inglorious on the ground. 
  An umpire, partial and unjust,
  And a lewd woman’s impious lust,
  Lay heavy on her head, and sunk her to the dust. 
     Since false Laomedon’s tyrannic sway,
  That durst defraud the immortals of their pay,
  Her guardian gods renounced their patronage,
  Nor would the fierce invading foe repel;
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  To my resentment, and Minerva’s rage,
  The guilty king and the whole people fell. 
     And now the long protracted wars are o’er,
  The soft adulterer shines no more;
  No more does Hector’s force the Trojans shield,
  That drove whole armies back, and singly cleared the field. 
     My vengeance sated, I at length resign
  To Mars his offspring of the Trojan line: 
  Advanced to godhead let him rise,
  And take his station in the skies;
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  There entertain his ravished sight
  With scenes of glory, fields of light;
  Quaff with the gods immortal wine,