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?'Twas this that Regulus foresaw,What time he spurn'd the foul disgraceOf peace, whose precedent would drawDestruction on an unborn race,